HOOK
YO HE SAID HE NICER THEN BOTH OF YOU......FUCK EM
DOG YOU BOTH GOT SOMETHING TO PROVE...FUCK EM
KOT IS PRT 1 WORD P IS THE PRT 2...FUCK EM
SHOW EM HOW WE DO....FUCK EM...MOTHER FUCK EM

King of Thievez
you betta shake ya own hand like a man with Parkinson'z cause I need both of mine to happily-run-ya-shit//
I'm the type to be spittin-roundz before I split-and-bounce try to gimme poundz...and I'll leave you hangin' like capital-punishment//
I spit some hot-flamez... as you get ya salad tossed-and-slobbed//
you know that you ain't got-game...so quit tryin' to "holla" like a Jewish breadmaker that lost his job//
I get high off the gravitational pull that's been extracted-from-Mars//
that ain't a "verse" it's a jail "sentence" cause I'm about to leave you trapped-in-ya-barz//
I got a 4 pound-with-some-lead...we both underground...
but here's the difference...
I'm underground cause I'm nasty you underground-cause-you-dead...
my lyricz are contaminated and can easily eat-through-ya-flesh...
I'll have cyber sex with you on Rotten.com only so I can beat-you-to-death//
I'm a thief-with-a-rep...who be keepin'-in-step my mind'z-cursed//
put the heat-to-ya-neck the only way you can beat-me-to-death is if you die first//

HOOK
YO HE SAID HE NICER THEN BOTH OF YOU......FUCK EM
DOG YOU BOTH GOT SOMETHING TO PROVE...FUCK EM
KOT IS PRT 1 WORD P IS THE PRT 2...FUCK EM
SHOW EM HOW WE DO....FUCK EM...MOTHER FUCK EM

WORD PERFECT
yo
I only pReach what I teach son I been blesssen-
But the game got me stressen-trying to be a contestent-
Investin-in a lack of compition turnen me manic derpressent-
Been injesten it-fine!
digestin shit-when I dine.
Rap is ziploc To get in… you gotta rip-lines-
Aight somebody boute to get flipped-
Specially if they think I’ll sink like the titanic ship-
You just mad cause you FIXUATED with ASS….its sick-
how I can combine both words in text-to a different context-
leaven you Asphyxiated with-(sufficated)my ill script.
yeah tht’s right-I show you the light-
call my style mouth to mouth im a fresh breath of life.
you want beaf but you pollo-(Spanish for chicken)season you in adobo-
before eaten you solo –
peace by peace like I was the abollo.
fallen to peaces like leprosy-
internally dying peace by peace like H.I.V-
im a man made disease-wear a rain coate around me incase I sneeze.
And leave everything infected till I cant inflict it… I just dry heave.
your garbage aint even salvigable-you have no clue-
the plated chain on my clavical-is realer than you.
Do the math 1on 1 still equals 2-
Add it up that makes 112 your supposed gang crew-
Just an r/b pussy acten-like he rappen-
But hit high notes when the guns be clappen-
It’s NONCENTZ get it? you asked how it happened-


HOOK
YO HE SAID HE NICER THEN BOTH OF YOU......FUCK EM
DOG YOU BOTH GOT SOMETHING TO PROVE...FUCK EM
KOT IS PRT 1 WORD P IS THE PRT 2...FUCK EM
SHOW EM HOW WE DO....FUCK EM...MOTHER FUCK EM