Masta C is rhymin like a king among bitches/
He's Lookin at hoopties while Bumpin playin wit da switches//

Its like a Genie came up and gave him 3 wishes/
And he wanted illness, one love, and eath to all snitches//

He's got tactical skills far beyond that of a warz zone/
He could probly win da verbal assult with his gat and his fists gone//

Merkin trash mc's so bad he's givin them currupted visions/
When you think of illness on any form this is who i envision//

stay up masta C

PEACE