can tell you never wrote a song.....

warm-up:
Stupid fag…I don’t need a ‘puff’ from a cigarette to prove you’re a fucking ‘drag’.../
Body pieces stuffed in garbage bags, wave your white flag cause this sickness would make u gag.../

hey yo,
My skills known to move squads and bruise quads when our views cross..../
Don’t get it confused god, ‘strings’ in ass cracks the only way you crews ‘floss’..../
Dude lost in half the time, too soft to bang with lines from the lyrical epitome..../
Infinity blasts out the artillery mass…in real life you’re a drag named Tiffany..../
The epiphany is 'sick'…I’m perceived as 'clinically ill'...no passing this pivotal drill...../
You posses a cynical skill…let you take the 'top', just to throw u off a 'pinnacle hill'..../
You might find me practicing Tae Chi, highly skilled with the tactics of karate..../
Couldn’t 'spot me'…if 'lifting weights', splitting great minds with a double barrel shotti..../
Mic Check? Don’t try ta test em, cause like astrophysics he’s beyond your comprehension..../
Causing tension while kids quick to give head like desperate fags in police apprehension..../
Not to mention…your crew sticks up for you because they enjoy being molested..../
two to your chest I’m uncontested, neck left hyper-extended when you were bested..../
Through poisonous 'needle tips' my flows 'injected', ILL content ta leave your mind infected.../
I shine correct kid, shots from a nine connected with your eye and left you're sight defected.../