tie u up to the track and wait fro the train//speak louder i cant hear wat ur sayiin// man i just spit and already on ur knees prayin/ur lyrics were soked up by wat me and cyris happen to speek// ur a gay ass wigger// who wants to get suicide buts to afraid to pull the trigger//
Go ahead try and use your karate chops and kicks//
The only ones who youll impress are them chiks with dicks//
As I spit you get hit with the sick rips, thick tips from the rap boss//
Original are my spits subliminal are my drips of slavia ozzin like tree sapp moss//
Man your wack rap crap lost, you got tossed from LLL weak one//
Your not the holy one, now bow down and be shund, im the golden son//
In this battle your tryin hard to beat me ,but yah cant defeat me im just havin some fun//
'The shit you' compose the throws and the blows your try and lay down their not hard they just fucking puns//
'My hits do' oversdose your brain, leave you deranged feelin insane..childlike you just got filed..put away.. cuz this shit is dun//