speak in abstract-
fake thugs couldnt claim ARREST if they caught cardiac-
they call me NON CENTZ but i remain WORD~PERFECT-with dialect-internet- service couldn't interprit-murder words in third person-admit myself as the culprit- on the remix version-where i kill the cats i duet with-
placen me in the vocal booth, is like being covered in gasoline walking through a burning building-
give myself a cavaty search cause im the only rapper i stay feeling-
speaking after me is blasphomy- these marginal rappers couldnt use have my brain so they not even a fraction of me-
and i herd they shit ...they cant rap-
cause id rather here LIL WAYNE ROMEO AND BOW WOW on the same track-
couldnt get me hype in a stick up with gun pulled to my back-
while im high on riddlen,convulsing with heroin dripping from my marked tracks-
these nigguz is wack-with a style so broke they mic wont give feedback-i milk rhymes till i only spit cimilac-
spit a verse till my dehydrated larenex turns to dust-
swallow my last but of secreated salivial glands to cause myself to combust-gather all the weakest rappers and wanna B gang bangers-
lock them in the studio where im freestylen till it turns to a gas chamber-
META 5 put me on-now the bomb- to unleash my melevolous- wrath and detect you by your body by celcius-