Yo, wussup with the replies that mainly criticize my work/
I be a little baby gettn patted on the back ready to burp/
Let it be, FTW to all those crows, just hangin in my corn field/
Not doing nothing to help this man of steel/
I don't do it for the mass appeal, this is for da kids and their meal/
I do read otha mc's work with concetrated effort/
some flows sound dope, othas be like reading childs play work/
Clifford da big red dog type of styles these wack mc's need to dial/
That number so easy to remember, dedicated to da to towers/
Thats the way you fu's dat don't reply are going down/
crumbling to the ground breaking mach 1,2, and 3 is da sound/
No way out in this pandimonium escapade, gaseus roach killa/
Yeah, talking about raid the roaches dat don't appriciate/
So when I start pointing fo fives, my trigga finger wont hesitate/
Too scared to read my flows, yeah, its like you just seen a ghost/
One time for your eyes to see, gone with the wind in a breeze/
So fuck da rap game, these are my hobbies as othas stay cocky/
I'm out, so someone get the message, reply back at me/
if ya don't, stay ugly wit all dat killa acne dat wont come off easily/
Even if you sand blast your face, i still will see da scars to trace/