nigga, i got two shoulder holsters that
can blow ya brains out through the pillow bolster.
my lyrics are "verbaly abusive". punchlines powerful
like george. you got 1 and a half mics in the source,
i got "four-man"(foreman). i merk any nigga steppin.
"words are weapons" and my "methods" are "murderous"
throwin wack lines that can't hurt us.
my lyrical bullets have penetrated ya vest, and left holes
in ya chest. leave you breathin through gills. you weak, nigga,
just keep poppin them viagra pills.