please kid, my lines will serve u like a pharoh u da one wit da diseases/
I'll battle u witout slack, so wen u hung u die instanly the neck go Crack!/
Check the rap secretly it's candid/
Meks texture so smooth u think it was sanded/
correct u in da booth so hot u branded, i got u underhanded/
no wonder i'm demanded the suplly in my hand'and/
flippin trees in quanitites of keys on ya streets/
spreadin weed like sum kinda STD, cuz ya block is nuthin but hoes for free/
damn if is like dat, did ya get those clothes for free?/
okay, so i'm with busey, it ain't my falut ya girl opens so losely/
truthfully she ugly, i'll hitter wit da clip side of da neena/
so my bullets dont even have'ta go between'er/
now of murder u accuse me/
Right now u just hopin you loose me, so i wont have to abuse thee/
but i like domestic violence right?/
Son,
wen my shit hits ya chest is the silent type/