Iight Somethin Quik...

U Like A Lost 'Drunk' The Way U Spittin 'Aukward' Verbs, Just 'Sittin On The Side' Of My Objects Like U Were 'Street Curbs':::


If A Put A 'Knights Armor' On U Then U Can 'Act-Hard', Ya Punches Have 'Split' N Gone Around Me Like U Were Spittin 'Cracked-Bars':::


U Must Have Battled 36 Herbs To Get On The 'Top-Ten', Ill Call Ya A 'Cherry' In Ya 'Pussy' So U Can Actually 'Pop-Then':::


Him An 'Alcoholic'? Na Hes Just A 'Hang Man' Cuz Im Leavin Him 'Hung-Over', Ya Shoulda Came Wit 8 Lines Cuz We All know Ull Come Wit A Dumb-Closer:::


Kats Are Takin 'Ny-Quill' Cuz They See Ya Verse N Start 'Sleepin', Still Wackness Comin From U N Its Bittin...At Least Im Not Knowin What Ya Minds Speakin:::

No Hate