ya metaphoriclly are boring and weak
i done had more fun taking tours of sleep
hot like the core under u'r feet
theres more to Text fame then copy'in technique
the tech mang put u in the morge to sleep
but the text game in my heart cuz myfingure pours just leak
everytime i force a key... i feel no remourse to flee
thinking they can just easylie give me a flawless defeat..
but first u gotta witstand the purrsure of the floor of the sea...
puting you in submission is something ya whore already see
becaue no matter how ballzy u get.... u'll never use a stall to just pee

fuck that lets get it popp'in....

crystal an 1 fuck an watch how quick ya bitch get back to me
dont talk about dimond... my ice got more colors then the crayola factory
wining aint a big fact to me... cuz as long as my money right i'll never be down
gun spray leaving you on ya knees now... fuck bloods I run with more Crip's then C'-Town
i done stick more niggas then a roll of tape... i'll unfold ya fate
the dudes u roll with are fake.. they'll leave u with more ground to cover then the mines up-state
wait... if u wanna spit then u'll be the bait... getting more hits then rings tones for marry j blosh
my raps u feel like a massage... ya boy ransum carry more MAC-then-tosh *the computer* MOTHER FUCKER....