I got so many thoughts runnin through my head,
that i fill up the paper wit led from the pencil, spittin from in between the dental,
i could lace it on any instumental, you tryin to diss me your not usin your mental,
you couldn't draw up an ill verse even if you was usin a stensil,
me eatin you wont be accidental, you'll be hit wit torrential,
downpours of rhymes comin from my demented mind,
quick to leave you behind for dead, dont give a fuck about ya,
i know your parents could go on without ya,
i doubt ya'll eva be as good as i am, jus stick to bein real lifes stan!!!!