naw yo cant get on during the after school hours duh!!!!!!......nothin personal

yeah this aint a airport its hellapad my propellars choppin you,
my punches aint landin near you they landin on top of you//
you'll always be forgotten except for that last wish,
but you wouldnt get remebered if you were downloaded on a hard disc//
im gonna kill you like america do the iraqi's,
im gonna turn ya ass brown like you were shitten out a pair of kackis//
my lriks hold together stung up wit titanium,
the reason they cause so many deaths cause they do damage to da cranium//
you a small soulja searchin for tha land gorgon,
you'll neva find what you lookin for it dont exist you fuckin moron//(your talent dont exist)
i kille you slowly cover you wit mercury,
but i dont need that to kill you i do it wit textury//
(closer)
i bet you thought you were gonna show me up,
just like in war ill lay down and you can blow me up//(homo)