my verse is where ya eyes glued, rellness?? naw..
ya spittin lies dude..
ima be workin the crowd, you'll be workin the drive thru..
ima wordsmith, but you use clips instead, im rippin heads..
in different threads...
told rell to polish up his verse, he pulled out sum lemon pledge..
ima reck havoc on dude, face it rell you need help...
net thug? but since when do gangstas wear seat belts?

you dont Feel Well like critic's eyes toward the ring..
cuz at hells gates..
ya scared to open the Door like ya tooths tied to a string..
with a great stance i break hands, my fist in ya face is
what you'll taste man..
my boys jump Rail more then tonys american wasteland..
barehands have tore spines, fuck ya forced lines...
in battle, this whores mine..
i Picture him slippin up like decals on wet floor signs..
ya lines average, more straight then orthadonist grins..
kids in astonishment..
get a wheel chair, cuz my words pair uh lies like dishonest twins..