I brake into your house and tell you to get on the floor/
Thats what I implore/ greatly adore/ chicks begging for more/
I keep my glocks hidden/ and I got more than just four/
Keeping whack rappers in check/ ya thats my chore/
I keep my shit fresh/ leaving faggots with there face in a mess/
I put emcees to the test/ im the best-of-the-best/
Im known in the south, east-to-the-north, and the west/
Thats why im always up for these lyrical contests/
My name is T-to-the-O-to-the-M/ For you other rappers, I just spit and hawk phlegm/
But in the rap game im known as B. Poler/ the high roller/ built-my-rep-up/ sorta like a stroller/
Im not into fairy tale shit/ Ill hit you, and wont care who you wit/
Its called an eye-fore-an-eye/ if your fat/ sorta like a cake-for-a-pie/
You know I don’t lie/ im so-god damn fly/ you wish I would die/
Baby ill take you there/ to the place up in the sky/ if you fucking lie/
~One more time/ Im finna make you die/ please bitch, ill make you more than just cry/
Show up at your funeral/ without a wearing suit, or a tie/ yes all these fucking rules apply/
If you don’t spit dumb ass shit/ you might get by/ coast past me and you might learn a lesson/
This is the point im stressin/ im in a whole other game/ taking no blame/
~For my actions/ there just detractions/ I keep my homies, applied to different factions/
So im everywhere and anywhere/

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