your softer than porno that shows not tits//
the type that sees a bad bitch A JACKS HIS DICK//
you wack, I'm sick, and there's no prescription//
to stop this lyrical lynchin', sortof like R. kelly, hot and fresh out the kitchen//
and it ain't enough purple haze to duck these//
my mouths a 45, and my words are like bullet, hey//
you couldn't be hot 3600 degree weather//
and I don't smoke purple haze, cause I think that dro is betta//

holla...