Blah, *Keying*



Words Come Out Stems Mouth Are Pointless, Like Them Plastic Darts//
Man Really Holdin Heat, But Most The Time Only Half'll Spark//

I'm From The Punchline State Son, So I Know What I'm Doin//
Your Entire Style Is Like Weddings On Rainy Days, Your Verse Is Ruined//
This Kid Must Have Lost His Beloved Soul Crush, Cuz He Just Reuinted With Death//
Couldn't Cope With The Fact I Put Him On Oxygen, So He's Fighting With His Health//
Bud Only Matters To Me, Stems Get Tattered Up And Broke//
And I Don't Blaze Stems, So I Don't Know What The Fuck I'll Smoke//
How You Thinkin That You Winnin When You Aint Even Attempin To Pin//
He's The Type That Likes To Imense To Piss In The Wind//
Gay President? I Think You'll Get Your Chance To FIll In The Slot//
I'm Crazy With A Razor, Slice You Up, You Get Killed Then Get Shot//
Have You Breathin In Bags, To Save It For The Fight//
Savior Wavin You Path Of Life, And I'm Makin You See The Light//

How You Breathin When I Collapsed Your Lungs, Have You Tattered And Hung//
Call Me Ice Breaker, Cuz When Your Heat Get Cold, I'ma Shatter Your Gun//




One.Bye