my holes may be dirty but i will knock this guy clean/
leave his brain on the road so i can see his street dreamz/
my net is set, ready to swipe like a dream catcher/
i will hand him another loss because im known as a good passer/
only way i will lose is cuz he's a dream, i only beat up on living/
im easily winning cuz goin up against this god is a form of sinning/
commit treason goin up against ur master for no good reason/
i guess its winter season and a cold hearted beat down he is fiendin/
im like anthrax, writting letter that can kill in white envelopes/
even w/o my desert, a sea of words will have him strugglin to stay afloat/

good luck man