I'll rip into your chest like a heart attack at its best//7
causein cardiac arrest, while docters shocking your breasts//8
Revealing maggott infests in your stomoch from my rhyme digests//9
you like a fuckin insect gettin stepped on like a fuckin ants nest//10
I'll put you to the test to see if your a challenge like all the rest//11

Now on to Scriptin, you aint doin nuttin but feelin the pain i'm conflicktin'//12
my name is tattoo'd on your fore head like a tribal insciption//13
between me and you there's a fuckin big difference, you got tha boyz and i got tha bitches//14


^^^^ you did it again . . .^^^^




anyways quik one, no explanation needed . . .

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The Soul Purpose LP . . . Summer '04