iight...
my lyrics will leave u liquified so u can actually flow
u winnin is like white men jumpin, really low//
ill leave a hole in ya chest so u can breathe in my verse
let me go get a nurse cuz i think u dead layin in a hearse//
ill roll through the wack hood called '36th chamber'
no need to pack artillery cuz theres no danger//
cant spit dope, rhyme without hope cuz u aint an emcee
against the rope,lyrics older than the pope, try keepin up wit me//
i spit hot enough to send u strait to the devil
ill hit u wit 1 line and ya head aint level//

up it for votes..............

---wun---