Eyo


Im Darker Then Satan with a Black Parker Pen
Like the last Concrete Slab, You'll face a Harder End
The Edge of my finger-tips are like Cards and Gems
Gambling me, Its crystal clear you'll get Ripped Apart with Flem
Tryna Surf on my Fluid, Dont know Im the Force of the Ocean
You get Disperse with Music, The Mighty Storm of the Open
We can dual on the Open plains, Like Space Cowboys
Armed with nothing more then a Mic, and a mouth thats Moist
Ayura; The Intersteller Morpher, Stella sipping Waffle Talker
You guys walk like badboys, you look more like Model Walkers
Ill spit in a Quarter and you'll still trip and Topple Forwards