im a grown man.. my own man... with-no-fam...
doing my own-thing like a solo dance...
you a bitch in jeans.. that'll quickly get put down like a paid-hoe...
so sonny be real... you wouldnt cross me if the street sign said go...
i aint been here in ova 2 months as-well...
and i still see ya flow sick... CUZ IT AINT DOING THAT WELL...
ya boy ransum i'll smash u with bars like you flew INTO a jail...
drop'in'em harder then jump'in with-no parrasut like you knew u had to bail...
this boy write frail... i'll sqeez ya neck till u blueish white pale...
cuz u bound to drop agenist me like crack boats that dont sail... MOTHER FUCKER....