i'LL RECIPRICATE YOUR SPRAYED HATE
WITH LOVE POEMS AND GUNS TO YOUR FACE.
AND MY GUNS
ARE
MY HANDS WRAPPED AROUND
A MIC
WRAPPED AROUND YOUR LIFE
i'LL DETERERATE YOUR TALENT WITH DELIGHT
i LOOM AROUND SPRAY OFF 16 BARS AT CROWDS JUST TO GET THEM PUMPED AND SCREAMIN' LOUD.
AND THAT WAS THE HYPE PART.
NOW i WILL DEPART FROM HAPPINESS AND SPIT THE SHIT THAT HAS GOT ME FEELIN LIKE "rabbit" DID.
IN 8 MILE
GOT YOUR HEAD FLIPPIN LIKE YOU GOT YOUR EYES STUCK ON THE SPIN CYLCLE.
i WILL RIFLE AND JOLT YOUR CREW
UNTIL THEY SPEAK THE TRUTH.
DISS-IFFER FOOLS
ANY IF'IER
AND i'LL LET LOOSE LIKE LIKE THE DOGS WERE
WHO.. WHO WHO?
SHIT i'M CRUDE, CRUDE, CRUDE.
(SHORT)