I lay your "spinal curves on pianos so I cud "play wit yer nerves"
The flame that I burst make the lame 'n' the worst lay in a hearse
Forever spittin "corny" like tongues that stucked tastin da "cob"
Clap da steel infront o'ya so you can say your face got appluad
You ain't Mob 'n I aint human niether you're facin a god
I'm "confusing your sight" like a..."maze wit a fog"
Writes his name jes like Anthropolgy, isnt that odd?
Chrit's checkin ya log, multi-accounts?...this bitch is a fraud!
Bitin niggas shit so much you'd think this bitch is a dog
Like "midgets who're bouncers" to get pass you isnt a prob...(lol)