aight check it

Before you spit you better taste your words thats in your mouth and on your tongue//
Im slowin your breaths down faster than Cheech and Chong in need of lungs//

Ill take a pencil and fill your brain wit lead then erase your life//
Then take a machete and leave your throat wit a deep slit like O.J. did his wife//

My punches leave your mouth like unfound terrorist, youll be lost for words//
Fuck that ill leave you like talking to a deaf kid who cant hear, misheard//