aight now i think ive heard enough
this man is the only one standin with his hand up//
wantin acknowledgement fo those ryhmes he spit
but cant make a dent this frost kid like heaven sent//
whats that scent its not "herbal essence" its time fo ur repentance
thats right a menace im in there like swim-wear//
call u on this dare beat u down leave u bloody i dont care
watch u lyin there the people stop an stare//
lookin at the kid they know he caught frozts glare
his methodical snap-neck mare