im sick of these hoes thinkin they the shit...
talkin bout queen solo words & vitticus...
y u aint come back when i broke ya name down...
u just let everyone on Rv know u a lame clown...
i spray rounds... if talkin that tuff shit...
i buck quick... leave u lookin like a dutch split...
so duck this...
ill turn words into sentences...wit noun & verbs...
that pounds obsurd...ah gods a herb...
leave u on on the curb... face down...
ya hearts disturbed...cuz my lyrics leave u lost for wordz...
queen solo... betta get ya crew... i ride dolo...
an my 44 gonna leave ya jaw wired...
like u was kanye... right back through the wire...
half the emcees... in the cypher spit sewage...
what im spittin is fire so try to walk through it...
i blaze rappers like blunt...turn em to ashes...
in a matter of six seconds.. puf puf then blasst it...
leave u lookin like a tragedy hit...
dont get mad when i spit...
ya rhymes outa date like a 70s hit..
ima level this bitch...
cuz im tired of fighting ducking an knocking off jaws...
so when i clap at ya call it a round of applause...
ill brake u like a kit kat... six gats click clack...
like an NFL formation ill leave u wit a split back...
i rip cats on the M.I.C... cuz im the 4 star general of BLC...
ya my name crime yall know who it be...
so come back at me... only if u wanna taste of defeat...
im nice wit the mic an there aint nothing more that i like...
then to paralyze ya left side an leave u all right!
so face me son an stare into the focused eyes of a preditor...
each one of my peices thrive on the broken lives of competitiors...
im shreddin ya like parmesan... im a lyrical phenomenon...
better go get armor on... cuz when i let the slugs go...
its lookin like its romadon...