They call me a serialistic rapper, the way I go on killing sprees.
Destroying dreams, Ripping teams, and Killing mc's.
When my voice drop with the beat, it sound like a flex bomb.
Niggas can't figure me out, like a complex bomb.
I mean no harm, but people might get hurt.
Cause like god i work in mysterious ways, Creating and killing on a never ending course.
Strecthed line, I kno, but that's jus how I work my verses.
A young nigga spittin alot of sinful curses.
Vodoo shit, that make ya stomach cramp up and do do shit.
Take a dump and ya pants, so I already kno u po po bitch.
I moon niggas cause most of ya'll like to kiss ass.
Had my mom even ask my pops, why they follow his ass.
Cause my flow is different and kinda insufficient.
But after I battle a nigga, his body will turn up missin.
The certificate I get for my degree in handling artilery.
Now I rock clothes dats all silky, and materialry.
I drop dimes like houston on the knicks team.
Not yao ming nd dem, but I will post up and kick a fien.
If my money ain't clean and accounted for.
I counted less but you counted more.
See a whore down the street lickin her fingers countin my money.
This nigga had to pay for sex, with sweat pants and tube socks lookin all bummy.
Don't eve play me for a fool nigga read the good book.
I read the good book and it is the best way to llearnin to becom a good crook.
A good look for street credibility.
And buying an old warehouse to make it a crack spot facility.
If I meet you for the first time it's no white lies, I want the truth.
Some niggas act up and get nutty like a babe ruth.
So I swing bats and have the head flying like a homerun through the roof.
Then with their body shove a grenade in between their ribs.
It blows up, and up flys ligiments and pieces of ya dick.
So over their in the grass ya legs fell and ya chest stuck in a tree.
Ya fingers and toes come bouncin on and off of me.
I play the streets and rappin raw and bring it to you like meat.
Real raw but only for the streets.
Of course I will never be beat over a buns booty deal.
I ain't tryin 2 be creepin like tlc on niggas for my last meal.
I ain't no male gold digger, fasho nigga.
As long as the streets love me, I'm happy with going gold nigga.

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"Take you out of the game like James Worthy.You ain't worthy.Observe me.I send shots through ya jersey."(Jae Hood)
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