i'm high as mufu dun't kno wu tthat is.....

my mental will decapitate u'rs, but i dun't rap great-u want fate-leave it up to me it's past eight//
consider this a horrid beat down-u just caught-a bad break...
the plan is to rape, u'r moms-but between me an u-it's been dun befo more then eatin a bowl of lucky charms//
u'r a fuckin kid with no heart-that's cuz i ripped it out...
flip into my new style, and it's been round...
i never visited the bay-but i'll be the-sickest in town...
u need awishlist, cracker jacks and hollograms...
culd keep a tight smuckers-and still not have a-lock on jams...
i'll rock u'r past, and pull sense right out an afro...
cuz with osmosis i culd just tell last week u fag showed...
u got no flow or credentials, u culd be ill rental-i still wuldn't ask this hoe fo essentials...
why cuz u wack, and that's the fact jack...
i never heard of a warlord-who packs macks...
plus gots bad raps-uses potatoe bags-to pack a fat sack...
when he lacks the basics, i grab climacools-and step all over his asics...
plus my flow embraces-tony t points to me-and i show u greatness...
u betta off boldin half u;r verse, or get splattered like splinter cell...
cuz i'm so ahead of my time-i'll make u follow u'r kids to hell...