aight no more den 10 linez

yo this new-b thinks he's sick, this fuckin p-verse
this aint gay sex, u got nuthin to disperse
u got the country-man curse, its ur domise
as the liquid fills ur pants i see da fear in ur eyez
he's knockin on da door and i slammed it in his face
let his suicidal verse take the rap so the pigs aint gotta case
i rip it indespensible, my flows come cold
ur shits prewritten, man that garbage shits old
time for my raps to go back to penitentary
cuz they buried this cat in the sand, cuz he's elementary