I got half way through reading ya LYC’s (lyrics)
When my brain started hurtin and shit
You just making me take advil
Wacker than wack and you still aint got a deal
The price over your head is a 1 dollar happy meal

I kill more foo’s in my glock 9 evening
Your fuckin deciving
I crossed you up with my mentaliy skills
Had u spinning think of
How your gonna write your WILL
I wield you like Shaq Diesel
you squirrel eaten wiezzle
I will kill you for dinner
Your haven’t met evil until Sin meet Sinner