life, aint all about a knife,
i stick around paint a saint picture of ur wife/
i stand for me and only me, i light a splif
i take the walk of the blood, makin it a cliff
culture, i spit my dimes, jamin this 9 in ur clunt
i'll hit u across the face makin u dance like duck duck hunt
u wanna throw ur weak rymes at me, i'll tell u take them back to the crapper, cuz u aint no rapper,
u got a rubber dick, u use for a pen, and write ur wackO lines, about ur mamam pens dick viagina, i spill lthe chemical
war-fare all over ur ass make it look like u pee'd acid//