yet another classic............


bet'cha 2 hunches ya through an' shred ya blue lungs inta goo...//
have ya 2 hundred an' 2 bones ground into food lunches in schoo'!//
Get'cha rhymes out grimed, chopped an' thrown in a dump...//
Dodgin' mosta ya punches, glocks un-holstered an' pumped...//
Shot an' blown inta gunk, cops roll in tha spot holdin' mop-n-glow in a sponge!//
got'chu frozen an' stunned, blood iz whut my fetishes-adore...//
gas injected in ya pores 'til tha acid-sedatives are forced...//
ask tha medics-in-tha-morgue..."X was better off jackin himself-some-more"!//
Ya getting shittd on like when a retard farts//,
while I reach in my quiver and pull out a lawn dart.//
Stab ya lumbar-hard enough to leave ya heart scarred,//
Your rymes part hard bout one fifth the rest just bitch//
Ya need to come to grips wit the fact ya want none of this//,
(Side note bitch a good point, I'll slap the ILL crew like a dozen pimps//)
Wanna fuck wit a fist all ya do is script never heard nothin spit//
I'll Rock ya with Clubber Language and bust ya Thunder Lips.. bitch//

Damnnnn!!!!1