his mind-is-useless cuz i blind-its-useage and find a truant..blascks here!..he died-i-knew-it!//
i freestyle beat like his heart-in-my-hand and find a dangerous-pen his parchment-wont-stand//
starch-his-demands and wrong-a-right just do ditch this bitch and find a stronger-fight!//
stupid-to-pick-a-fight wit an iller-mc..my only problem is findin out where his filler-will-be?//
black-sash sounds like a dark-bag like the one over-his-head keepin him from seein-my-win//
makin-his-head go for a spin like a walk in the park.. hes ittin hard corners like bein stored in a bin!//
find traces of blood all over his features cuz in best buy is the only time he's holdin-the-speakers!//