war play, notice the difference when i use my word play because like [marvin] your just to [gay]/
ill rain on your parade cus im god crying on holidays and lie a [lost dog] you'll always be [a-stray]/
i spit a little so when i i trick ya [fiddle] like the [cat] you'll be tripping in the middle like you stuck in a war in Iraq/
this isn't a game but this cat is playing mouse trap with 2 balls like a dick missing the sack/
dont test my ability to rhyme with agility and i know that [your feeling me] once you get [lyrically smacked]/
no emcee is allowed to go free ulness bowing to the crusher of bones, the luster in homes like clusters in your nuts i'll clutter your dome/
i putt war this he yells fourrr because his record is looking bad and its worst than E.T. missing his phone home/
my lyrical stature will fracture you maro in each bone til you reach for the chrome but wont use it/
my rhymes are like kazza, call me kamakaze because your nadda and like continuous downloads, you cant abouse it/
try to beat me and you'll wind up beating meat, thats dead skin & theres no way the dead could win/
once i begin to spit sins at you and your friends i'll [shoot you] because what has be-[gun] is yet to begin/