i'm disperseN these words for free to hurt tha kness of this Young Hercules
Get ya tounge released - so ya words r stuck in tha breeze-no Lungs
its hard to breath

Cata's a disease to these wanna BE's never gunna BE`` Mc's
Step to me with no legs like a para-palege- i cock and squeze

with tha greatest of ease--Burnt-2-4 but theres gotta be more degrees
to leave ya frame torn in 3's and left full of deformities

It's a gift that i've been born with these --- demons--warnin me
abnormally to elevate-so i eat ya skill's--so there transformin me

i'm so into this Pussys head with pictures-to leave him like a cat scan
its hard to grab a mic -w/ crack hands --u just a little boy against a phat man