hey mo fo run to up a hilll cos im searchin for a kill/
my lyrics and flow are too ill /
ur lifes ur money and u aint paid that bill/
so whats the point in goin against me/
u must be blind cos u just cant see/
that, i destroy fools like u everyday/
especially fools like u who act like there gay/
so u better start wearing a bullet proof vest /
cos soon theres gonna be a hole in ur chest/
even then i wont stop, not until every1 knows ur a cock/
ull be six feet under while i'm sipping scotch on the rocks./
brother u better learn quick how to read/
ur lyrics aint hot infact there minus ten degrees/
ure like a bad smell and i think im gonna sneeze/
I aint got no need to reherse and rhymes and verbs reverse my flow is so ill and diverse/