Sometime I Just Dont Know....
My Mind Need'a Adjust To The Flow
Merk In Sync Just'a Fuck Sum Hoes......
If You Jerks Must Sing Im'a Buck Sum Holes
In Da Dirt Rusting Ya Career Quickly Tucked and Stole
Snap Back Abrupt but Slow, Like A Spine on'a Book Disrupted and Sold
You Think You Know This?, Bith You MisJudged It As A Whole
I'm Not Out Ta Show Love, sHIT, i Just Wanna Juggle Ya Soul
Joke Wit Ya Life When Ya Throat'll Get Choked Witta Knife
Whoops! I Mis-Spoke My Write, If Dat^ Were Da Case you Wouldn't Be Holdin' A Life
Call Me A Creator Cuz I'm Moldin This Mic, Controllin This Fight
Burn Trees In Day Later To Night, You Could Say Im' Patrollin Wit Kites
But When I Smoke I Just Dunno If I Really Get High
It Only Puts A Funny Feeling In My Chest and In My Eyes
Most of This World Carma But The Rest Is A Surprise
A Guess of Where The Truth Lies, The Best is Where The Booth Hides
Suggestive Stares Wit Eyes Wide, Chics Mess Wit My Hair Git Thier Lives Pryed
Into, I Only Do What I'm Sent To, Kamikaze Or Not My Punches Cement You
Crazy Enough Wit Tai Chi Tactics, Wen Chrit Get On'a Mic People Say "Why He Actin?..."
And Spare Me The Jokes You Crackin, The Glare Of This Smokes What You Rappin
What..?...(silence)..Thats What Happen...Not Hands But I Hear Gats'a Clappin
Now Thats'a Rappin....Not Rappad....I Dont Give Gifts Like He's Wrappin
Everybody Think They Hold Weight But Never Attempted Trappin
Flood Ya Body Wit Ink And Scold Bait, A Clever Descending Transaction
Your Exsistence Lacks Attraction, Anti Persistence Is Exact Your Back Trackin
Slackin On Traction Slippin On Accident Active Trippin On Acid
K.O.[guy] Whacker Than Factions Grippin Attatchments Of Cocks Plastered On The Picture Thas Flashin
Drag Queens Would Figure Your Fashion and That Means You Kicked OUtta This Rap Shit
I'll Smack Ya Lip Outta Tha Fat Shit You Call Ya Face,
I'll Smoke You Like The Fag That You And Than Ash It (In Europe Ciggeretes Are Called Fags)
So Get Studdied Up For You Test Me Bastad
Even Get Buddied Up Witta Vest Cuz I'll Blass'Ya
Survival Of Tha Fittest And Eye OutLast Ya
Why You Aint Wit Dem Bitches?-Cuz I Shout Fasta
Holla At Me Is Ma Job Ta Knock Out Bastads

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