i'm kept quiet but don't think i wont clap at you face like you just put on after shave//
nigga it aint hard for the bullets to pick u up put you down like you doin the wave//
then grab Qb's snyper riffle hit a soldier up 2003 times come back around doit again 2003 times//
dealin wit simplistic details on his mission to flo wit bearable lines//
charged wit da accusation of blasphemy to otic, da judge an jury of war crimes//
i'm the best shooter i got a 50 yard range with the glock but i'm lovein the shotty//
nigga you might as well throwyourself at me cuz by the end of this battle i'm cacthin a body//
[Q] you should [B] real otic a marage i'm a figment of your imagination thats y i dont waer a vest//
you can't hit me even if i wanted to but for me to hit u lets just say my bullets like boats they sink in ur chest//
it's easy like adding and subtracting.... add 16 bullets to your face and subtract your life whats left//
Nothin but the kept secret wich is me cuz known for the best...... one