Drop Some Ill-Flows, That Allways Come Back To Hit This Pussy, Like Bomerang-Dill-Dows
Precise Skilled-Blows, The Only Reason People Sleeping On Ya Threads, Is Ya Puches Resemble Pil-lows
Duck-And-Bleed, For Ill Chuck-Ya-With-Speed, Leave Ya Ass In Flames Like Rolled-Weed
Insert Winning Luck-Needed, Grab A Straw And Head To The Prairies, And U Can Finally Suck-Seed(Succeed)
Like Cracks In The Streets, Thats What I Do To Ur-Hips, Its The First Period, And Ur Bleeding Outta The Wrong-Lips
Ya Tight Rhymes Getting Drowned, Like Thongs-On-Ships, Cause I Cuaght This Kid Prewriting More Then Movie-Scripts
U Step In The Ring Holy-U-Battling, But Dont Count On Winning, Cause Like Midgets On Step Latters Ur Slowly-Elevating,


ONLY Spit 4 Bars ITS OVER