forget the verse you'll get clapped-to-death,the kids strapped-wit-tecs to let them slugs off and crack-ya-chest/matta fact dont strap-ya-vest cuz me "tossing ya lungs at you's" the only way you'll "catch-ya-breath"/forget it kid ill grab a hold of fucks...and proceed to put them in the cobra-clutch till their elbows and shoulders-touch/smoke a dutch?! damn kid u bitches-is-weak test my inches-in-reach and get ya whole damn infantry-beat/my pen calligraphys-deep ill blast play and leave his "brain on his boot" so he can "think-on-ya-feet"/i'll leave ya whole team kissing-the-streets u need to "cover-your-hooks" and i aint talkin bout fishing-for-sheets" (blankets)/gimme that gun u PLAY with the rounds so ima give ur ass a date-with-the-pound and leave ya face in the mound,kid im comin at ya fate-for-the-crown...u couldnt be "hip to the streets" if i put ya "waist-to-the-ground"/we got jakes running around im sickest wit the bass and got the case full of towels leave no trace runnin down/YES! my team stacks-them-rugers fuck ya team ill clap-them-stooges cock back and shoot ya, kid the escalade tracks are too big them tires leaving trails behind...the size of tractor-movements/nobody thoughT that the gat could move-him u "stashin them razors",but those kids want back their "scooters"/Bitch!...iight if its too much my bad i woulda wrote more but i thought i went over the limit or sumthin

i got that fab flow where i pause at times so if the flow sounds off..it really isn't..*i'm audio*