Iight Somethin Quik...

I Got His Tounge 'Twisted' Cuz Hes 'Spittin Scrambled-Words, If I Put My 'Lyrics In Ya Palm' U Wouldnt Know How To 'Hand-Hold-Verbs:::


Ill Call U 'Jodie Foster' Cuz U In Ya 'Room' About To 'Panic', I Got Ya 'Mind Rushin' Spittin Sloppy Rhymes So Ill Call U 'Phrantik':::


Im 'Rewindin' His Lyrics Cuz He Seems To Be 'Back-Words', Only Time U Could Call Me A 'Bitch' Is When im Hittin U Cuz I 'Slap-Herbs':::


Ill 'Crack Ya Mind' So U Can Be 'Split Personality', U Layin On The PaveMent Wit Ya Lyrics Scattered, Ur A Fatality:::


I Got This 'Crack Whore' Sniffin A Line So He Can Be 'Strait', Tryin To Succeed But Goin Up Against Me All Ull See It Fate:::