aight.


yo,ill hit wit dirvate inflictions leave ya existance useless like infinate loners,
hip-hop101 "never drops hard" like unfinished boners,
ima implode explosives in ya back till ya spine and neck is gone,
youll never see gold like blind lephracuns,
so you might as well retire,
the only way youll spit heat is if you light yourself on fire,
listen,this guy thinks hes going to be a dang vet,
i bang sets wit slang threats,and leave him in a pool of blood like gang bets,
i kill you so fast you wouldnt have time to die,
ill lay you in ya coffin and let the preist close ya eyes,
you couldnt "tell ya future" if you had "ms.cleo in ya mind",
stuntin ya spine,cuz this kid will have to "think deep" like i "punctured his mind",
ill stay messin ya lines,ill stick "clovers in ya rib cage" and maybe youll have "luck on your side",
and yo you think you hip-hop,you must be insane,
you couldnt get "hot thoughts" if you were "cooking ya brain".