aight droppin....

the only sorts of bling he sports is frum da back of The Source//
i scorch wit a torch,burn u down like north dakota forts //1

spit tork at u and ya cohorts to get u jerked//
its like im pullin out ya tears the way u gettin merked//2

even if its not pinkslip i think wit a quick wit to split//
he smacks his sister juss to say he's "hit" a bitch//3

u've hit a glitch,power outage cuz ya verse is a shortage//
but i wont try and wont kill em and let dis "herb" flourish//4

ya game aint up to "par" why u tryin to sink "eagles" wit ya lines
play da same old "18 lines"(holes) is da only way he keeps in touch wit a nine(nine iron)//5