no show nah...forgot to check in

so i'm just spittin now

i'm a negative cat, confess and etch a sketch-but who needs the leverage to rap...
i'll serve u like a life sentence, the menace-u can't comprehend cuz it's inept to peasants...
reppin measures, blessin sectors-u'r intent on a verse-looks worse then digestin records...
a little wrdplay don't hurt, and that's wut herbs say-just follow the pack so u have a purpose to be gay...
the wrdsmith relay, con spits an roasts-flippin toast-while the closest u comin to breads stickin u'r dick in the hostess...
low and behold, don't keep no open holes-my flow explodes-implodes u'r soul-cuz death is grossin tolls...
This hoe he knows, cameron's lackin-and smells so bad the seats reject him out of paddy wagons...


blah wuteva...i'm on time...can't give me a loss for not checkin in......peace