Bored think ill keystyle a rhyme....song i was listenin to keeps playin on ma mind/
I need to get my ass of tha net un unwind.....keep lookin at tha screen bound to go blind/
ma rymes are tight simply devine...Built fo' destruction that was ma design/
Tha street are ma jungle, hang from every street sign, like it was a tree vine/
Plot ma entire rout and disconnect yo phone line/
Ma rhymes are smooth like fresh new hoop pine/
My flow is like gravity....battle fools soft like a cavity/
Strangle you and you die of oxygen depravity/
I do all that while i'm still on tha internet/
I'm so bored right now.....i could do tha whole alphabet/
Bums and junkies livin on tha streets coz of national debt/
But i don't care....... i could kill em all wit no regrets/
On national news at ten on yo' fuckin television sets/
I got a gun and we could play life roulette/
But id probally waste you all and hide away in tebet/
Id get by, make a living off selling marijuana cigarettes/
Man in tha night no trace not even a silhouette/