i come through to disable-Gs, who don’t favor-me//
like a dj is how quick I “turn the tables”-B//
no ones the same-as-the- anonmous-one//
no crew, they still aint phasin-the autonomous-son//
with words synonymous-dun check the dictionary//
my bond-with-a-gun is: father-an-son playin pictionary//
when im fightin, always stick-him-where-he, cant take-blows//
when im writin, always sick-an-scary to fake-hos//
your products aint-fat, like you make-clothes, in-fact//
with them 1 inch rhymes how would you get em back in-tact?//
trust me dogg, your fantasy aint gonna happen//
you wont be tappin-janet-jackson while shes wackin-one-of-hanson....

Anon