ayo im bout that hittin them chicks and make em shout back/
never let em taste on the shrimp or treat em outback/
its more like drive thru while im gettin mine doode/
liable to find you and get behind you.../
but these-arent-the-only things i try-to-get-to/
flip zips for 1-6 maybe even X-too/
chronic zips too,ironic-got-em-hooked-like-phonics-hitched dude/
look in my eyes you can call me richie rich 2/
about hittin them bricks and shiftin them sticks/
you'd think im ditching all the bitches way im switchin my kicks/
listen bitch ill leave ya twichin wit 8 stiches missin/
i ate bitches listen,now 8 bitches missin/
...This ones for all the close listenors/
cuz ghosts will-roast-the-host for the most dissin-us/
heres a toast sip-it up to angels talents/
Jamie leaves you mangeled wit untangled balance/
put em in the same room theres chaos on the streets/
this is for the soul spit the sayonce to the beat/
this melody's out to cause some brain trauma/
we change the pain its plain from same mommas/
we loved like rain we changed insane farmers/
we came and aimed to change our same karma/
rerange the game than tame and slain bombers/
WE came from Notre Dame just to train Llamas/
thats our claim to fame to change the caged-mammals/
or put you to sleep thats why theres chained ammo/
what the point of having two the same channel/
its a race and i cant wait to see how fate-handles/