just cuz you own a dictionary dont mean ya shits gettin read
you pray to webster before bed ``make another one or im dead``
you spit non fiction really i dont even know what you said
true spits not diction but how the artists interprets his head
so i aint tryin to diss ya holmes, i call it spittin how i feel
shine brighter, true fighter and well see who gets appeal
come through your front door swinging cali forty fours
how come noone ignore me now that im aimin at your fore
head to the door, put you on the floor what you take me for..
fuck that trick anyway man i dont even need that whore
shes an old dog anyway prob cant learn new tricks
sure as hell bet that bitch knows to fetch a stick
or two, do you, even know who
shes fuckin other than you
nope. dope .
better hope he dont grope
better hope she used scope
cuz she aint usin soap
now that her careers on a slope
shed even suck off the pope
and your still withher
EVERYBODY! i think we got a winner
or a sinner, your lookin thinner
like you been eatin coke for dinner
throw you in a tail spinner ya pinner
take you out and no one miss you like winter
your a splinter to my tree trunk
its just your words man they seem bunk
scatter people like a scared skunk
i saw it comin like a prepared monk
it just stunk, your shits weak
your futures bleak
and as long as im here unless your spoken to..DONT SPEAK.


word to ya girlé.