even my farts is nice like seven on dice//
or like gettin 50 dollars worth of cd's all at half price
i drop bombs like my name was "enola gay"//
read up on ya history if you got some shit to say
verbs galore leave your bags at the door//
it won't be long till i got you down on all fours huggin the floor
get gashed goofy so bad you'll wanna sue me//
single handedly beheaded by roux, yours truley, as if you knew me
weak ass rhymes should take a lesson from mines//
my flow still shines you sweet like duncan hines