Mic out your teeth and rip out your vocal cords and tie them around your neck make it a suicide with a rope...

Xtreme Pussy spills s.o.s verses of himself, full of chills , cold of Aids and no your Rhymes are but Dope...

This Totsie Roll with corn rolls on to tight think twice pray to christ you jus might die tonight...

This Rap game tied up in gold chains, Explicit ima frame on my wall and spit shine you all night...

Your just as tough as the houses you built, the lines you state is as stright as the mic you lick...

its through it you speak and breath not stroke and toung play like your boyfriends dick...

D.O.I biggist mastake was lettin you in, no good came out of you they just need 8 friends to begin...

your heart broken like your step mom wen i left her six kids with no bread and 7th child within...

im leathal with this mic, i dropped the gates and blades with this im i'll contegous and on top still...

Your still an mc who stands on stage chokes and feels your own nuts jus quit and i'll write your will...


lay you six feet under with no cover suffer through the after life carry this battle with you...

i'll call tupacs angels number to jump over to you and slapp the lines you wrote leave a simple FUCK YOU...


explanation on some stuff

Xtreme Pussy=XP look over his bio
just as tough as the houses you built= occupation construction