you kno my punches aint played...thats im why ya brothas is sick//
it wasnt my fault, i got aids...but ya moms was beggin for dick//
u must be on that net weed...cuz ya l's is gonna be a lil high//
skull crush like a 'davids'seed...and shells left were u last lie//
glued to the screen,stuck to da board...tellin moms "leave me alone lady"//
needin dat green, ya wifes a whore...she yells back"hop off his dick, u aint shady"//

*gotta speed it up*

blowin dis shit up like a pissed off russian, 8-off is da reprecussion//
u cacthin a major concusion,now slit personalities when u think, its a group discussion//


like pool u play wit 8's balls...my reign neva endin like dat great chinese wall//
chinks aint shamed of that freaky shit at all...so u dont mind gettin pissed on like a restroom stall


had to key it up quick should have listend to u, 20 min. flew