see i dont squabble over petty lines or petty crimes...
i turn ya head into a pasta dish like its speghetti time...
and no one is frightend ya these weak confetti rhymes...
im so great that i could shatter the levi at any time...
when i get wreckless that tech spit and trust that its hectic...
leave you breathless leaking next to the chain on ya neckless...
im a soldier in this game incinerating ya platoons...
like a western you flip tables when i enter the room...
im a prophecy a prodigy of my own philosephy...
yall droping bombs i drop bio-chemical mockeries...
aint no one stopping me call it my democracy...
this trash i just read aint nothing but a hipocracey..
i mix birds and hounds with verbs and nouns...
its obsurd how my sound could just pirge ya crown
and as i start to swerve around observe this round...
thats hitting you in the jaw to conserve a frown....