iight....here we go...

your mentally ill I'll physically kill your text an leave tha ho littered/
open tha shitter mental throwen punches is rare like pitchers throwen no hitters//
your hopes are fizzled leave your dreams broken an scattered like shattered glass/
my punches hit hard enough to leave your ("back" in tha future) an ya neck in tha past//
got a crew?? bring them too i got enough for your whole staff/
my punches erase ya tattoos like my text is a skin graph//
get left in seran wrap like yesterdays leftover food//
your lifes like a library fine, facin me means ya deaths over due//


ah fucc it....only 4 barz......ah well...uppin for you to drop dawg...