Give it a try:

It's hard to spit, hard to stop the kids//
Stab N crack ya cornea with broken popsicle sticks//
Chop~N~Ya~Bitch then I hope Hop~N~Ya~Whip//
Puncture the chambers of ya heart then Moss~N~Ya~Crib//
I'm from Toronto bitch, you know how ya boy rolls//
Similar to the baby-wheels you know how ya boy strolls//
Taking~Orders you sonnin, Caking~Doloz you frontin//
Tastin~Homoz you suckin, showing haste~for~my~cuzzin//
Broken locks, glock~cock, steady loading nine~shop shots~pop cop like a motherfucking Ock//

That's awl I got for now..

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