fresh like sushi with a chop stick through it---so dope you tried to smoke it and you cant even chew it---Raw like the steak that you put on your eye---when it hit you in yo face and didnt even try---your stale like chips left out for days---worth less than the bag of the frito lays--more tired than old man time himself---I'll put yo tired ass rhymes to bed myself---I'm goin for the jugular hittin below the belt---pullin out all punches and that I know you felt--like the cramps you get its time to bleed --- put yo pussy in check follow my lead. 1-2,1-2, microphone check---goin down faster than an old shipwreck. hold yo breathe its not time to breath---I'll tell you when it your time to leave------------I'm bored ,late