Landin Blows On Ya Bifocals N Abdomen To Burst Both Ya Frames..
You've Met Defeat So Many Times You've Developed A Slight Fetish..
I'll Beat Ya In The Head Wit A Lamp Till U Feel Light Headed..
I Block Shots From Hot Glocks Wit Da Ice In My Chain..
I Non-Stop Pop Shots Thru The Lice In Yo Brain..
Im On Top Wit Hot Drops Dat Make Ya Life Change..
And I Got Cops Who Lock Lots, Just Cuz This Fight Is Arranged..
I Strip Flows To Get Hoes N Drop U Hate Clown..
Rip Holes In Ya Bones To Make You Lay Down..
I Hit Foes In Lips N Noses Cuz I Dont Play Around..
So It Goes How Its Told N My Rhymes Stay Sound..