I'll break this down In Lams, the only Way ya could get Layed is afta Passin Away and bein Placed in ya Grave/
U made a Bitch slapped thread today and I excepted but you were AFFRAID/ Its cuz ya know these Ryhmes are Burnin up your Lines like Intestines on Extacy at Dance Raves/
(If ya dance on E ya insides can burn up - True)

Ya shits Wacker than Tennis balls bein Smacked by Tennis Racks/
I split more nut sacks than cracker Jacks, the "True Fact behind the Curtain" is that I Kill more People then fuckin Cigarette Packs/

If ya lose your to blame cuz when I Aim Im unable to be Contained/ Im Furious like Bulls attrackted to Frames of chicks In red shirts all the way In Spain/
Fuck wut this bitch Claims/ his games just "really tired and played" like Athletes after they've Trained/

This pussies Scared he's quiverin Reckless and Tense/
Stirred by this Obidience, by the end of This he'll be shittin his Pants and showin "Respect" Like "Pledge of the Alligense"/

Swallow and Gobble a Dick you faggot I'll snap ya like a ToothPick/
Im spittin more "Accurate and Quick" than Professional Football Field Goal Kicks/

Im "Extrodinary" like "The Tuxito", i gotcha "Gripped Tight" like Mens "Spidos"/ Ya lines are Cheesier than Chitos plus they Cheap like Pole Rydin Street-Hoes/

Finisher:

Ya "Cant touch me" like food gardens protected by "Scare Crows"/
The name "Rappid" suits u good cuz "Sloppy and Rocky" is the way your Flow Goes/


Uppin