you getting 8 up cuz your flow is as "dried-out" like "7-passed-droughts"//
it's like i exposed the end of his intestine the way i got the rule "assed-out"//
act tough in your music but in the streets you "not-known"//
don't fuck wit' my team we "hold-heat" like "hot-combs"//
you unoriginal bytch,u still snitchin-to-cops//
spittin-wit-glocks?,in tech.ed. the only time rule "hittin-the-blocks"//
piss-on-ya-pops,liquor aint make u trip-on-my-cock//
ya chicks a crackhead slut,had her strippin-for-pot//
keep talkin recklace fam im gettin-ya-ass-shot//
im hittin the studio rule still spittin-wit-caps-lock//
you just mad cuz im sometin ya ass-not//
you "annoyin passanger" shoulda "kicked rule off" at the "last stop"//
you not gangsta iont understand why-u-try//
got the same thing as brawds got inside-ya-thighs//
aimin at rule,thats where im sendin my bombs-to//
u been here for a minute but "spit-less" than ya moms-do//