im about moving kilos what the fuck is a dimebags...
its a fact that u wack... so never mind that...
im nice it the clippers... but even nicer wit the blade...
i could turn ya fucked up haircut... to a nice looking fade...
some say im raw.. some say my rhyme uncut...
i say im Raw & uncut... so shut the fuck up...
i bust slugs... can even hit moving targets in the dark...
an my flow so godly.. could turn the son into one big black star...
yall a bunch of kids... fuckin wit a grown man...
yall slippin on the kid... i guess its true the strong stand...
the weak fall offpay attention closley...
ull see this geek fall off...
u front but i say hatin is a choice...
wanna battle me... first pump some base to ya voice...
really didnt wanna embaress yo ass wit these concepts...
but id leave u bare ass in the streets for spittin that non-sense...
im still in the projects...still fucking ya girl...
still kicking the rhymes..that be shuttin down ya world...
its an offense against morality whenever im spittin...
come back to reality... but first stop ya bitchen...
u light work to me so ill let my bitch handle my buisness...
sayin shes a big girl then u go an let her sit on your face...
no wonder his stupid ass chokin in this lyrical race...