Like Mortition Waiters I'm Serven Your death
This Fag Cant spit straight Because I'm Curvin his Text
I'll Rip your Spine in Secs Then Interwine Your Bones like Techs , Until Your Mind Erects.
My Trigga Is Similar To a 31 Year Old Man and a 8 year old girl having sex , Because When I Push It You Scream
Put ya Wallet On My Dick just to say you can "Put Your Money Where ever ya Mouth-Is"
I'll leave ya Brain on stage if again you try and out *Think This Plot
And jam 2 Sharp pencils In Ya Head Just so You Can Have SecondThoughts
That’s a Factious-Play…I’ll Have B.I Detianed ‘Throw-The-Scales’ Cuz He’s Passed-A-Weigh
Bound-To-Throw Out his Eye-Sores As I Score With Knives-Tore Down ur Spine’s-Cord Till Each Of Your Thighs-Sports A Lined-Scourged
Even If You Swallowed Gasoline and a Lighter You still wouldnt Be Able To Spit Flames....Your Rhymes are Simple Just Like Your Fucking Name!!!!!