Fuck it, I'll be busy later...


Pause the clips and drop you dead like Paul Bearers stalled-with-guns, called-it-fun when I maul-you-son, faced with terror, like dogs-you-run!
All-or-none, like the Devils of Carolina, just put-up-your-dukes, crush-your-crew, penetrating this lame when I pull-up-and-shoot!
Give-up-your-screwed, but you knew what you were-up-against, all of your bars are empty, like breweries-up-for-rent!
Nothing to be ashamed of, other fates-will-follow, blasting macks and glocks to hell until you face is drilled-with-hollows
I rip text, so don’t try and match me with pencil-and-pad, your sketches couldn’t ‘draw’ a crowd if they were stenciling-ads!
Sensing-im-mad, you giving up, shit, Im-glad-to-here-it, seems like you been 'suspended' the way your 'outclassed'-with-lyrics