kracka
10 barz...

yo ima eat dis kracka...nada butta healthy fat-free saltine//
spittin wak lyrics like u be 50 on MTV, bitch re-wind stop burnin false feed//

.....yo....
gett ya own seed....plant an water ya own style//
lyrycly all u wanna do is re-vamp re-iterate upon da perviouse compiled//

well wigga try again, jus in case u dun heard-space erased his file//
in-jur u wit sprayed verbs like a loaded gun but i clean up like blood on tile//

not like OJ..fuk glove's i kill u like da bitch u are an leave the footprint trails fo' miles//
aint scared of the law...soon they see my jus caus'.. i wont even be forced to stand-trial//

like i said b-fo'..jus a salty saltine kracka, 99% prosthetic//
fuk the 1 percent ima sent u str8 bak to u home medic//

simply pathetic, u lak all sweetness, like a hope'less diabetic//
anastetic-use it...numb the pain from my game...my shits insane, ur shits jus plain//

bitch..i stangle u wit da phone cord u connect too//
fuk it ...cant hurt me..i flo wit dsl, cable modems' simply compress u//

dun mean to stress u, but u be betta off at the 411-hype, notha wak 2-0 newbie dyke//
sike, rather u stay in here, let da rest of ya bitches fight while i rip on u bitch's wit fist fulla might//

rappin hardcore' next to mickey mouse on your vacation shore's//
how u gon rap bout fukkin whores..an bustin doors when ya location cant even get up-ta-date yankee scores//

i hope u flo witta lil bit moe 'magic' then ya NBA team//
stupid fukers why not trade shaq away again an pick-up kemp for for team-play n speed//
like to get sum o' dere weed....mus be ulti-free-of-seed.....//