Puttin this Homo-A-Cide..ya blind cus i spit cyanide in ya eyes
Look at ya sig kid..ya ride..but already chose weather to do or die
Ya flows locked like clamps..why ya got a number after E's
I leave ya shakin n stamped..blown like G's on weak trees
Bein a true sucka only way your gonna b as ill as this
Quit while youz behind fucker..jus like ya pops thought he did