You know his times finished clock punchin his lines shittish
Watch me matrix em...merk em all I'm needin is phive minutes
Push and supply lyrics...you pushy and try spirit
Your hood...only if I bang...and I'm leavn ya mind near it
Won't talk remindin me of some very shy roaches...
I'll raid this battle and leave em more shocked than very high voltage
Killin ya drive pussy like I drive a taxi
Couldn't spit on the soul caliber...bleedin so I supply the maxi
Complex of an embred...mother...gave her redbull still morn
Knifed the gut...fucked him up but he was steelborn
Phife's wife I seen her I hit her...5 times...skeeted 5 blasted
But she was ugly...put a bag over ha face...oopps the shits plastic
Don't give a fuck what ya wolves round you say...
Put you in the dirty facing ya son...like that bitch on groundhogs day
Get em a deal put the cards where they land
Like a dead man hand in spades...don't know what to do wit ya hand...