Soldier Make-up//
Each Flo i Tape-Up//
Could make a Coma Patient Wake-Up//
The Games Ugly just Apply Make-Up//
Prepare ya Rhymes like ya Hair and start to Shape-Up//
Or get Rhyme Plauqe'd On till it starts to Cake-Up//
This Games a Big Bra and u workin wit an A-CUP//
Be on you A.S.A.P.//
Like a Mad Arab//
wit a Aye wrap//
One Day Back//
could make a Case Track//
Footprints to the sand and Clay Packs//
Still Chasin//
the flo's Molded like CLAY and still AIKEN(ACH'N)//
Lost for Guts and Glory//
the story..is Mandatory//
No matter how Gruesome or Gory//
a Threesome..i do a Two some and then she Ignore Me//
Try'd to Horror Me//
Lour Me...than Adore Me..//
Thats the Abyss..out the Piss and Grime//
How far we Climb rewind Mans Time//
Until the HANDS IN THE MIND!