my stlyes "world-wide", the-fact-is, u couldn't figure-it-with-an-atlas//
u "FUKKIN SOFT", like when u rubbin -ur-d!ck-on-ur-mattress, prolly ur girl left-cause she seen "bigger -PRICKS"-on-a-cactus//
im the only one "twisted", i bend backs till ur spine and ur ribs-hits//
ur punches gone cause of the way i "kicked" it, imma inject u wih aids so u finally got sumtin to be "sic-with"//
who u fooolin-g, if u were in chryogenics, u never be as cool-as-me//
the only way i'll write sumin for ur broke ass, is if -itwas ur fukkin eul-o-gy//
this battle a transcendual, from this point its life-after-death//
my lyrics slice , but i rather put a gat-to-ya-chest,and attackin-ya-vest so hard my "claps" smackin-ya-breath//
don't let ur momma dress-you, cause when my slugs let-loose through ur vest-dude
dout no one will wanna see ya chest-through, ur best-suit//
i bring "heat to the dead", bytch, im watch-in marylin perspire//
u couldn't drop a "hotter track" if u lit her-o-in on fire//
u like a "dropped" stock, even your "benefits" hurt-me//
cause i put "22"'s to more chests than emmit-smith-jer-seys//
watch u kiss my knuckles as soon as ma-fist-hits, i'd ask u to define physics , but ill let u watch u try to spell sadistic//
MIC LIKE A "DEAD VIRGINS" TWAT, IMA "R.I.P"(RIP) IT, AND TREAT U LIKE 11TH GRADE-MATH AND "DROP" THIS "STATISTIC"//