its humourous please, tell this dude on his knees to quit usin his teeth
Its ironic, cuz 'Lyrical 187' still havin trouble 'shootin the breeze' (LMAO)
raw with the force to slaughter your corpse, spittin harder of course
this herb runs wit a buncha 'dead beats' like you 'record in a morgue!' (oh shit)
clap till your lungs detached, this bastard aint comin back
i laugh cuz this brother's trash, the best part of him dripped down the crack of his mothers ass!
lets go toe to toe, i cackle as I grapple ya neck
the barrel is next, tribz got it 'fuckin locked' like 'shackles in sex'
This rookie was an easy kill, thats all ok though
cuz his name, 187, is more 'out-dated' than J-Lo