I leave ya lyrically hopeless//
With a 10 man squad with no hostess//
I post this//
Like a newspaper ad with fine print//
I talk bout alot dollas//
and still makin cents//
Im like a mechanical pencil//
not pushed in to feed ya lead//
I cut u out like letter stencils//
wit my intials carved into yo head//
Snap u off da tree like a stick//
use u for marshmallows//
but i use it for a whip//
To knock sense in you, u know what i meant//
Thats plain and simple, thats Common Sense//
And how u roll 10 deep//
with a army full of faggots, thats no fleet//
Instead u get a Drill Sergeant that gives me 150//
and i minus 100 and give him 50//
People so sick of me//
But literally//
U got a whole lot of mouth//
I intentionally, slap every tooth out so u cant count them idividually//
Like wrapped Debbie snacks//
thats only a little//
With me as the anchor and the filling in da middle//
Im so smooth like a can of WD-40//
I spray u down like a young'n//
but u only in da 40's//