why cant these emcess see they'll never beat me
defeat me wit some cheaply written rhymes it's time to eat thee
them weak gees voice collapse when rappen on the streets please
instead on beds they strapped vital stats recieven cc's
of moraphine lanacaine drippin i rip the cord you dream
script of gory scenes get slit wit swords before you born a fein
i taunt ya team bring'em on i'll launch em in the gauntlents steam
the fire rise up hire desire to staright up haunt and scheme
flaunt ya cream i'll snatch that bats across ya hatch back
flip it like flap jacks lit it wit infinitive match packs
the sinista mic deminisha finishin rap cats
im the vintage the advantage just land in my hand or my lap flat
so crack crack two to ya dome go home in a knap sack
watch the dirty verbalz straight up just jack stats
no wack raps just phat tracks and nice tones
and diced phones in the white zone