man you speak as if you got the punch lines,
but where the fuck are you when it come lunch time?
you hiding behind your ma's back cuz its crunch time,
You flow is like concrete, starts off good but hardens wit time,
you denieing the rap hope, but white drugs are more addictive,
crack, coke, man don't play your self you a meth fiend,
Flows go round, but the shit you made up is like fossils underground,
you hate, but its your fate to accomadate fat chicks on 10cent dates,
My flow is consiquential,my punches hit so hard you need dental,
can't "Floos" like us, you havent paid the cost like us, we the boss don't fuss,
We have you killed, spread across the world like manuer,
have the excuses like the bitch had a tumour, its all rumors,
we stick you on a pole and keep laught at your xpression cuz its all humor.