since we're talkin' bout spirtual, gods over the heav-ans, I'm the devil's son, I have you seeing more 6's than Iverson fans//
now let me baptize you in the name of RB, maybe after you dry off you'll be a better MC//
lets stick to facts, you're from gay ass Redmond, to be honest that makes you a gay ass Black Mon'/ relax son
I show you how to do this shit, you'll need an excersist, after i murder you bitch//
PLEASE, forever labeled as the wackest of acts, you couldn't be rollin' in an hour game of crabs//
now peace be still, young Dirty's ill, flows so hard, the other corner think that lines are on V pills// viagra
now spiritual, see what happens when your heads in the clouds, you lose the crowd, cause step in a puddle of shit, I'm out......