my flows got potential on a regular basis,
capital punishment wants you, and im there pick..lets face it,
its like my flows go rock bottom, hittin hard and still floatin,
approachin niggas is wat i do, thats my honest to god motive,
"this boy said this, but then he went and did that",
fuck that, my gat will trace his ears, and make his girls pussy "Go'n flap",
my straps seen wars, ur blade aint sensed murda,
katts are unhearda, while im taken beefs much further,
ull see-my-rage i rip this mic in"three-fine-ways"
time for his life to meet the highway,
so i mean why wait? grab a snickers and watch ur bladder girate,
if youve seen me you know me, wat can i say about the situation,
my litigation to all people, im fixin there mind, like ive gone and fucked up
there imagination,
ur level of achievement cant meet with me, give up in believement,
cuz ive seen it so many times, and im afraid hes gon see it,
why fuck wit a g, go find a more simpler type of person,
cuz my curtains gon close, and then ur life will be worthless,
so think about it, let me know wat yall think of the skill that i bring,
a pill then i think, that convincing peoples as hard as a seeing a drunk that cant drink...