da critics, says dis will be a run thru 4 ya
so as u walk da runway..
..da beam, carnation ya, n let da stretcher escort ya
ur fuckin wit a murderer, that'll makeover ur life
playa i'll snatch ur fake bling, n leave ya packed on ice
i'll leave ya, shit n da streets like eviction
ur street credits is roadkill..
..gotcha on ya back, limbs up from this friction
its fairly simple, i'm talkin bout ur sexual status
ur hand gets stuck, more den a dude handling a cactus
square fuck, ur wackness is full blown, like a window fan
ur so subliminal, ur drifts wash up, n get buried n da sand
its a hard pill 2 swallow, but u suck kidd really
these tips hits da x, n empty ya..
..leaving ya dead on E
bitch i'll red dot ur face, n scar ur lyfe, like chicken pox
ur text is a wreck..
..so i harbor ur flow, n drop it off da docks
dude ur screwed, as i butcher ur verse, like chopped ring tones
my handle on ya, snap ur image, like a Sampson* camera phone..

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