I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom//

Put your brother in an head lock, and choke your mom//

Cause my horror is like a play off loss in game seven//

Walk around ripping on niggas madder than James Evans//

My flow shit on faggits it's so pissy//

Murder you lyrically make you snap crackle and pop like rice crispy//

skiddlez be the chosen thug//

What i spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug//

and u better be strapped to get rid of me//

Or I’ll leave u in the water like the statue of liberty//


look man i am on writters block but i still came harder and ripped u but anyways thankz for the win