yooo yoooo aight here i goooo
started little late....


i'm a deliver the spits, to make this nigga start shiverin...
dun't worry bout votes, ya wun't get over-the bar minimum...(that wuld be zero)
as far as realness goes, ya like a prostetic elbow...
plus all u'r punches are fake, without a hunch to break-in shell toes...(addidas/shelltoes)
conspiracy's only good, cuz con is in his name...
god this niggas lame, culd be the calgary owner-and not a drop a friggin flame...(calgary's a hockey team..in canada)
flinchin before i'm even, itchin to start my verse...
wut is it down syndrome, or aids-either way u'r part purse...(part bitch!!)
and i'm far from rehearsed, u'r demo's in a trash can...
with no bank roll, sellin yayo-cuz cereals how u bag grams...(golden grams is a cereal..referrin to that)


oneeee