The way I dissect u with words im like a known scientist/
Im solo n ur chance of winnin is like ur team "theres no eyein this" (no I in team)/

Call the cops cuz Panik loaded n firin ruthless/
Ima -erase this clown- n leave him more -rubbed out- than "retired masseuses"/

Homo fags like u I leave faceless...corpse left for cremation/
Battling me is like -intense heatwaves-..its a "no-wind" (win) situation/

You spit shit so stuffed together I wonder if your keyboard gets constipated//
Brixton gave so much head to our crew that he can survive if he was decapitated/

hollaz ~1