AIGHT...IMA BUST IT

check it,yo ima pry first and bust out a sly verse
make ya mind hurt,turn a cheap line into something divert
you scum black... play games on ya dumb pack
be scared when im unstrapped
cuz lyrics pierce holes in you like they thumbtacks
here or abroad i get appluad and people clap hands
my pack plans to hurt you so you'll be shown in cat scans
what i say is true and said tight,offends yet tends to enlight
ya trends i must append were dead ends like redlights
schools out and you still the class clown who dont know when to back down
dro i smoke half pounds,prayin in a church be where ya last found
perhaps you goin rap goody shit like a priest minist
MY RAPS,no stoppin me when i peaks limits
i got fans while you sold for some cheap tickets
like dicks through ya asscheeks,cut you and make the gash leak
im classed sheek...battle my crew and get fast beat
ima teach you ya image is seethrough,battle a man wit no manners
i hold anger,shows ova so ima hang up ya act like a clothes hanger
i can bust fo' hours when he only got a few seconds in em
heres a new lesson,ryhmes is my new weapon mechanism
doggs cuz I bite and beat on the shit you dig up
gay fuck,not one naked bitch would get ya dick up
but once you slipup find god and take a trip up