smith I don't need to talk the desert eagle speaks,
in egyptian tounges nigga with a piramid peak//
now werd you can duck if you want,
but my hallows love to play hide and seak//
and i'ma take over your lyriks,
with a berreta rubber handle or woodgrain//
hallows like sperm,
push the front of your head 2 get inside of ur brain//
and if thats not anough,
i'ma put holes in your chest to make your heart choke//
i'm the reason for canser light werd smith up,
till u c his loungs smoke//
and dont forget my hollows are hungry,
so watch eat through your vest//
under your cranium to the inner part of your chest,
unthouable smith i was up with bullet proof zest//
your bars are week while mine'll infect and infest,
a ppussy lil nooby that just became a pest//