imma shoulda been aborted fetus blessed wit one skill
to rip cats chains and peels aint greedy though
my whole click ill split ya dough smack ya hoe and ban ya flow
from the dirdy where the fear don't show
ya vest is useless these just words
no need for guns you dudes herbs lyrical style stunted
little dude eat ya greens and verbs and grow up
ya lucked up just the load ya mom aint spit in a cup
I'm seriously inclined to start callin out names damagin lames
my verse hit ya temple blow out the back of ya brain you insane
and ya posse some clowns seeing ya man bleed turn a turn ya smile to a frown