no need for scriptures i'll switch-shit-myself
watch out for the day my shit-hits-the-shelf
my spits-will-melt-bitches-health-without-snitches-help
i need kitchen-help to cook up more-than-weight
i'm more-than-great so concentrate theres no-debate
i won't-deflate unlike fakes that have nuttin but hot-air
at the crime scene i'm not-there i put the flame in roc-a-wear
girl thongs they got-to drop-a-pair if they do i pop-in-there
i ain't stop-n-care i ain't really into that emotion-shit
or that boastin-shit but i will carry the toast-n-clip
find me in a battle hostin-it or on rapverse postin-hits
my flows roastin-quick i'm closin-in i got that coke-n-gin
my pockets is broke-again wish i was chokin-or-diein
i hope-to-be-flyin i'm tryin to think of a way-in-the-game
shits strenuous hurtin my brain-again my shines like halogen
but i'm not in public-light i always cut-shit-right
the rug-fit-nice like a custom made chain-wit-ice
but the strain-in-life got me wit a stained-up-knife