this kid not comin out in RB.... killin him while his moms lays in labor/
so ur birth certificates resemble ur verses....a waste of paper/
let the rhymes flow & my mind holds got ur lines roped/
u must be puffin while ur dreamin cause u sure got high hopes/
come around me n like the block corner ma rhymes will hustle/
son ya words couldnt play if he wrote verses in crossword puzzles/
You All Talk like mental patients seeing therapists, Leave Ya Frame In A Cast/.
I Aim And Blast And The Only Crack u Sniffin Is Ya Boyfriends Ass/
i use a sulfuric bottle to get your ass man, drop the glass then/
hit your legs while you passin to get you to trip on acid!/