Opening
Representing The Cornfields
Its funny cuz niggas try to tempt me
I'm crazy I see the glass half'empty
Always actin hard nigga Ima hurt you
Ima hit you with the facts with this poetic virtue
Warmin up...
When I spit this shit these kids be hit I'm so picky
Cuz niggas be thinkin I quit, so I proverse more quickly
I'm on fire I know this shit is burnin You
You act like a Suburban Pee wee herman Who the fuck gonna follow you?
Here Goes.......
When the shit hits the fan nigga Ima straight up split you'
Ima getchu, Ima put more lead in ya lungs than tears on ya Mommas tissues'
You gettin me started thats the issue,
Thinkin someones always out to be gettin you'
Am I gettin through?
I'm just relaxin pre waiting your attack
Using your words twisten em and sendin em right back
Little mother fucker Your a little dude
Its real bad when I have a fuckin dog thats thicker than you (nigga)
I was brought up on these streets
The only thing you can "represent" Is your Suburban 400$ sheets
You gave em to ya mother you re giften little pussy
When I catch you, you will wish you never stepped in fronta'me so push me''
Thinkin you be doing "graffiti" when your using YOUR stencils
Just for that shyt, Ima spray more lead at you than a box'uh'pencils
Call the cops, Fuck the cops Ima get to you
They'll protect you, Better hope you know they won't defend you...
And I hope I offend you
Cuz when I getchu...Your dead dude