ayo I need a punch To My stomache maybe A Shock to the Head
Took One Look at The my Summit youll see this nigga Was dead
But guess who alive And still Ready to Die
ill Announce ya death So your mom can B Ready to Cry
Im Already to Shy Why the fuck do u think i Need fame
i need A New home for my New Life and A New name
i put Yo name to Shame witout Blame to da Game
i put I Pain In Ya Brain Maybe A Headache its all da same
I got The Talent to Survive n this rap League
im rootin up trees U Niggas sap leaves
I Slap N Leave ya Body in total Simulation
Shake yo Ass up like i was the Motor for your ammunition
But forget all that i got A new life
and You can Forget bout Hate bcuz I Got a New knife
and he gotta brother named blue strike
thatll go off N pop you n da Blue night
I Spit n Flow N U Can Make No inner Correction
Slice n Dice niggas bcuz im Bac off wit rezurection
My Flow Is Smoothe So all you niggas do Is Slip N Slide
Call up the Deacon N tell them the king is Alive