i use to give a fuck what sonny brought to the table...
then i notices he's screamble lines like fucked up cable...
fuck respect.. hell yea i'll punch this bitch...
and shove ya moms on-top of ya in the cuff'in,
...so u can feel how the stiff bitch felt on my dick...
im darange with aim... an use to nail'ing niggas like picture frames...
it's insane... how i pluck'ed holes throu he's cheast and chain,
and pour aicd down to remove he's insides like liqued-drain...
i'll pick ya brains like tumurs... an rip you off ya strips like boot-leg puma's...
dont let this mis-fit fool-ya... cuz he dont size up to ransum like broken rulers...
i rock ya dooms like angry palastinians...
able to spit 1 verse that'll shit on ya family for many millinium...
sonny grabs the mic and people wounder whats the deal with him...
skeptik grabs the mic and automicly no-one feeling'em...
and they both claim they nice and thats that!!..
so its odvious the outta they mind like a brain transplant...
FALL BACK....

ITS RANSUM BITCH!!!....

THE TOP GUNNER....
300 J.G BITCH...