My buzz is like pussy hair fuzz, when the push shoves
its there, the only thing my brain loves
liek when my wrists slit and i cant get enough of it
and just crave it, i'm better than King David's
enemies at gettin stoned, I stand alone, on my own
but i know, one day my mind will be blown
so, to speed the shit up i down Vicodins and bio-domes
I settle with dust, but I'm up in smoke, I'm dope
grabbin ya throat and tightening my grip til u choke
ill in heart and soul, with a mouth u wish to rinse with a bar of soap
a full bottle of Scope couldnt keep me from tightening this rope
adrenaline pumpin as i say this, as i spray this
i kno the radio will never play this, i need to get back to basics
in a rap forum i'm worse than a rapist, u kno ur brainstorms could never create this
exaggerations of great creations, are just imitations of ur moms ovulations, i dont mean to test ur patience, but i want u to kno that ur dealin with greatness

pretty bad..just tell me what u think