this ain't da seashore but with my shotgun ya ass will see shells (sea shells)/
you'll probably throw me punches thats either bitten or pre-written for someone else/
when i'm through with voodoo his body will look like swiss cheese from da mach/
i'll rip out his eyeballs and glue em on da back of his head just so he can watch his back/
if rapping was paraphanelia you couldn't even come up with a shitty joint/
like a broken pencil no need for you to spit cause your not making a point/
throw on a mask like jason just to haunt you like halloween/
have you face down on da ground throwing out money out your jeans like a automated teller machine/
i'm tired of hearing ya rhymes about pistols and choppers/
it's not my fault you running out of lines like forgetful shoppers