u type like u got parkinson's disease//
this decision is not gonna be like ya personality............split//
imma "toilet" and these voters gone swallow up cause ya verse is "shit"//
i think u really got a lotta issues//
u stay gettin shitted on by niggas ya rap name should be tissue//
ill milk ya lyrics like cows in a grazing band//
u aint tired of this verse ya eyes just lazy man//
be cool and stop raisin sand//
cause my bullets give ya chest "two scoops" like "raisin bran"//
ya girl i tried to rape her man//
now she talkin bout she havin my baby.....damn//
she stalkin me and im movin out//
the only way my kids got in ya girl stomach was through her mouth

I come with thunderous text... you need 'dashes' just-to-make-your-punches-connect
A bloodthirsty demon... fangs puncture your flesh, just to put my hunger to rest //
you talk shit? I can't 'uncover your threats'... they're buried under your breath//

you're one to forget, I don't spare the whack, you shouldn't dare to rap //
I'll prepare attacks that tear and slash//
Pulse is like Arafat, 'puttin terror on the map!!!'

"smokedout411"gettin overthrown,
I'm usin his broken bones to 'carve another head' in my totem pole //
you get B.O.W. to grab your dick, we all know you can't 'hold your own' //