eastsida...............................
ill tell you why im anonomous - drop bomb-spits, causin conflicts
that flatten your esophagus an put you in a sarcophagus
im droppin-kids with no respect for their better
my rhymes are sick like i put anthrax in each-letter
fuck you up like a bleached-sweater, inside-out
ill drive-south an have to pull a nine-out
an ride-out, straight to mexico
cap you from there so cops cant flex-you-know
this sposed to be a killin cypher but what-is-this?^
if you was a hitman youd be out of business
an just cause you got the drug life image*
doesnt mean you live-it, forget-it

Anon
*the gas mask bong picture if you cant read between the lines