ok here it go's


Why is it that many rappers talk about being gangsters and involved in organsied crime,
Your only crime was pickin up this mic tryin to rhyme,
Im involved in this hiphop game at a higher level,
My lyrics are so sick people think that im involved with the fukin devil,
I rock mics so hard u wud think my rhymes had taken viagra,
I dont need a sword 2 stab ya,
This shit im spittin does a betta job, im hire 2 do hits for the mob,
Everyone remember OMERTA, silence is golden,
Im great at human oragarmi an its your body that will be gettin a foldin,
U get a fold here and a fold there,Your mum could walk past and wouldnt recognise you were there,
Im so giften i no wot u gonna say, i can can look in2 da future,
Im gonna treat ya so badly your mum will be gutted she produced ya,
If he were alive i would out Shakespeare to shame,
I hope u av bin takin notes an memorisin dis shit in yo brain,
An MC no one can ever tame, 2 me hiphops like a drug i always need dat shit to inject into a vain,
Right dis shit needs to be cut off, ill get the scissors
u know ill murder u i dont take no prisners.