i steal lifes from bodys like i was a soul clepto,leave'n u a crackhead off the roof like thomas shepard play'n nutso(above the rim)//
and av den already done so, now battle'n u is just a hobby like a car show//
u good for looks but can't go the distance,fithy will hook all punches in ur deliverance from the text u deliver'n//
u ain't nothin' but a g-string'n in stores when chicks pass, try'n to do a rap task//
but ur raps don't last when ur purpose is nothin,but up the cracked ass//
i cut opticals in any obsticul when i type'n flows//
leave'n this battle feel'n good like fucked somethin now its time to smoke a joe(ciggs)//
and thats just for ur tv shows, cuz ur hightop'n steve's lips,and there bigger than mick's bro(steve harvey)//







oh did u think u was gonna get away like that?..............................





i'll take the ill off ur matic to add auto,and automaticlly make u loose this battle like lifes in the twin towers tragedy//
magically make'n u feel like an abused wife in a relationship thats unhappy//






nope!............................................. .








i'll leave u in the middle of a transformation, mean'n u be'n a hermathadite,pimp'n ur own self for an occupation//
not known if slap'n urself is right ,or use'n 2 hands for masterbation//
face it u gurlfriend plays a man and ur just a dyke//
have'n trouble wit relate'n to relationships cuz ur a self made hoe fuck'n for free by the end of the night//


the end!

played lines and tv show uses//
when ur a 13th ghost far from a disciple spit'n raps thats useless//