ya'll rap like u on crack but when i rap i get no feedback, trust me u don't

want me to attack and jack u right against the back, skills is what u lack, u

don't even drive a cadillac, there's no time to go off track, i have to keep it

clear for the queer that's checkin this shit right here, u know i fill u with fear

cuz i hate guys that take it up the rear, now u watchin your back trust me

you'll know when i'm near i cause more than one tear, i'll fuck u up so much

that u won't reconize yourself in a mirror, i'll beat u in public and i'll rap til

u learn to love it, my shit well get you to throw a fit that won't quit, i

smoke that shit til i'm so high that my mouth turns dry and i might not be

the best but i try, i do enough to get by, and if u don't like it then you'll

get your head blown off for being a show off, cuz i don't know what else

to do with this rage besides pullin out the guage and dumpin a shell on

another person wantin to go to hell that's y if this was a cd it'll sell more

than a mill because it'll have as much skill as i put into when i kill