I'm so fucking high i'm not even gonna go gangsta on you n=e=ways lest go.


I hit you precise and infest in ya head with these words like lice /(
Slide like ice, and bring in lyrics that are *suffice* (quality and quantiny)/
I entice with a price of lyrics that’s not *concise*(very few words)/
I’m tha reason that Christ didn’t want to live twice/
I come forcefully, like a train through tha thresh-hold/
I leave you frozen like a dead biTches flesh (pause) cold/
My lyrics chew into your veins, and flood them like the dark of the night/
But that’s nothing compared to the bite I’ll inflict tonite/
Your bones rattle like the tail of a snake, and lite the anger within’ me/
Rumbling like thunder, explosive and fUcking you up continuous-ly
You better have ya bible close to your chest and under your bullet proof vest/
Cause it still might no be enough to protect from diesal lyrical mess/

!!_Finish Him_!!
You think you some kinda lyrical athlete, tryin’ ta pass me , You couldn’t clap me if your hands were cash free/
I unmask-ye, face will be looking bad when I’m done with you, worse than ya acne/
Battling you is like racin’ a midget, won’t ever catch me /
I resent what you’ve got ta present, he’re my two cents/
Come back once you freshin’ it up wit some trident, then try when
I fry and bend tha lyrics you’re uprisin’/