nigga u gotta be a MAKING THE BAND 2 reject/
finna make me split ya body open like MICHAEL BLACKSON'S african V necks/
nigga i got shit that will a part of ya body in every time zone/
and put a hole in ya body bigger than tha one in tha ozone/
imma hit ya ass wit them candy coated shells so niggas can call u REESES/
and sendin ya ass 2 meet god in PIECES/
u got laced by tha hollow tips/
but they were all body shots cause is wasn't any space fa them 2 hit lips/
cause ya ass choked to death tryin 2 suck both JEFFREY ATKINS and DELICIOUS's dicks/
thats how u earned tha fuckin name of TWIX/
ya faggot ass punk bitch/
since u can take 2 at a time/
imma put both gloc 9's in ya mouth right next mind/
so next u spit some weak shit that it can be called "heated lines"/
nigga u like a drop top u soft in tha hood/
and ya bitch ass ain't really hood, u just non-rhymin ass nigga that wish that he could/
u just throwin shit together hoping and praying that it will be understood/
niggas now know like DIPSET, not WHAT'S but who's REALLY GOOD/

holla