Yo this, Venom'll, knock you off ya pedastool
You get shivers anytime i drop incredible
If you aint fellin this, i will insist, you still admit
Im spillin shit, illa than most cats with skill and it,
Aint a thang, for me drop at a rate the the same
As, chingy, 50, buck or lets say a game
But honestly i'd rather, not go backwords
I'd rather rap with the talent of Hov or mathers
As i gather the brainpower, needed to rain showers
Of rhymes and at time i need it to maim cowards
Either die or resign im weeded and drank sour
Mash, biddin my time, no reason to wait hours
Pass, Plus i battle with wit, spit shit that'll inflict
Fear in ya heart, and'll prolly rattle ya clique
Im outfitted to plow critics, wont get outwitted
And i cant describe the way my style shitted,
All over these hoes that pose as no threat
If i go first it'll make my foes sweat
And i smoke mad buddah, to last through the,
Vernacular, while you lack loot i relax to a
Spectacular, faded state, while you sulk and playa hate
You say i wont make it, shit, i say its fate.