.....Its Time to switch the Game like i'm an angry Brotha Lynchin Klans.....
.....shove my blueprint down ur throat glands cuz im in the mood to relunquish plans.....
.....my people cant resist it man, get merked by me and 5 voters cuz i roll with delinquint fans.....
.....i'll have the Brotha Lynch hung, u dead weight while my mass expands.....
.....this extra 4 pounds in my pants will clasp in the grasp of these spastic hands.....
.....I Dante Hall rap, cuz i leave verse kickers swallowin their might.....
.....Lets touch mics, feel ya time trickle down cuz Game gots clutch in rhyme fights.....
.....my technique strikes fright, set ya whole Garden Block ablaze.....
.....my bullets trim ya waves, and cut up bushes to reveal ya Hedge Maze.....
.....runnin circles dazed, cant find the exit cuz my words are too blatant....
.....aint nobody hatin, its just that u lost and cant be found like a fuckin FREE AGENT.....
.....dont keep me waitin, go ahead and read ya kid the story about the rabbit in the race.....
.....u must learn to never post shit like that cuz i'll punch ya own gloves to ya face.....




The last lines are about dude tellin me he gonna read his kid a bedtime story....Garden Block is location....Free agent yall will see