these leaves get twisted//
shits wicked wit conspicuious sick shit//
get ripped off volatile liquids//
continous biohazard sayin die-slow-bastard//
wit chapters i capture and skills i master to bring down my rapture//
flyin debris give ya skull a deep fracture//
questions that teach lessons when asked//
grab smith-n-wessons to blast//
preps speakin too fast only good for there ass//
lickin my nuts in between class//
in tha ass she feels pain//
i skip class to toke bang//love hearin her scream my name//definatly cant complain.