you a nightstalker, only i can understand it
a skywalker,lyrically leapin over planets
PAIN! confess my blood in my vains
tha truth is the culture its under-tamed
society un-awareness, fuck tha president
he dont represent the ghetto residents
its highly in-advisable to take me for a peasant
my lyrical filaments'll heat ya like incandescent
you just an idiogram someone who dont understand
standing for sumthin your not,tricking, like the devils plan
im hungry and laughin like a hyena
aww dont cry .....HOLD UP,your dildo fell outta your pocket
so leave before i tear your arm out your socket
my rhymes got more substance than hyrdroponic chronic
you prob got no vocab or punches, better stay wit hooked-on-phonics