Van Illa likes to rip shit and singe earlobes
The lights flash on and of like strobes
My style goes from hard to hardest
No I guess I'm not really modest
I rip of ya mic like it was in your back pocket
Or rather, picked it off the floor like you dropped it
It's incents that I burn when your angry at me
I'll chop you down like I'm sawing a tree
No one waves because you cant even sea
I infect you like it burns when you pee