ya plan of attack…useless, but ya still seeking one
I say go with the flow, but you barely hold a decent one
my figure of speech, deadly killing anything that’s fertile
your figure of speech sticks to padded bras and gray girdles
blow bubbles nude...fuggin pre-teen..zar rippin flows
fuck buyin coke,im so nice, i'll give you a free hit in the nose
you considered ill? ..with riders on ya damn testicles
i'll make it subject to change, like talkin bout transexuals
and ill give you aching bones with no need for faking moans
youll just go off shaking, same as them vibrating phones
The battles mine for the taking, I’m coppin it now
Cause ya bodys hidden in a trash can like oscar the grouch
When I flow, tillyeyedie, I spit in whirlwinds
While you’re the biggest bitch next to Clifford’s girlfriend