Joke on my age “wet the bed” that’s what u rap about//
Born dirty in the north tryin to convert to da south//
***Dick*** talk about puttin words in ya mouth//

I’m known as the poltergeist beatin you into submission//
So the only time you could step ta P. is while you pissin//

Faggot didn’t you know I cherish beef like a hard Hindu//
Hands shaken tryin ta dig your way outta shit you to far~into//
So if my missles miss you, my bars re-open ya scar~tissue//

Pounds of pressure applied into my lines so I’m liven well//
Logikkal got nottin behind his bars like an empty prison cell//

Like I said in my open mic my heart and flows vehicular//
Fake Hustlers like you only coke sales as a soda distrubuta//

Tryin to move weight, gettin no money cuz ya product is wack//
A fake MC talken shit to a god what’s THE LOGIK IN THAT//

Believe things on my waste while my scores tied//(4-4)
Lyricaly I’m S.W.A.T. artillery fight off the 4-5//(not taken another L)

M 1 u 8 r 7 d 1 e 8 r 7

Stay in ya place Newb, give respect where respects due//
I’m known to only role wit a select few, that’ll wreck you//
I could call 1 to 800 like a COLLECT crew//