As ovation starts... brain'll leave population halved
LFMAO @ these illiterates with quotation marks!
Yeah I spit fairly sick... these bitches lack pedigree
If you took martial arts, couldn't grasp tenth degree
We rape bitches... call it foreplay... black out and stop games
Half the foolz in frontlines lackin' multi's and wordplay
My fever's medical... knock you cross-eyed when personal
B could use funk to strike with an "ass-sonal" of impersonals!
I speak-spewing-hot, facing b, i leave-foolz-distrought
The fact's there's too many wankstas and they need to be shot!