I'm gonna squeeze tha life outta you like a nuce around tha neck
I'm an authentic playa mesh be in check like a game of chess
Be drunk off of like 2 or 3 of them Beck's stated you needed ta rest
I say your now in need of the best, so I put a knee in ya chest
Loosin ya breath leanin ta' death cleanin wit lead
Scream into your dreams! Demon tha dead be in ya head
Lyrical text pullin my tecs takin tha bets
I got no respect for you peck your a neglected reject
Exception's been said your not the one to elect, come n' get wrecked
For fun son yeah forget all tha frets I'm like Piazza ta' "Mets"
Catchin tha crap slappin wit a syllable sound sittin em down sendin em out
Now this is what tha fuck I'm talking about, callin tha rounds
But tha wisdom that Jay know have Chameleon unda halos
I'de have em' hangin wit my slow flows, or cryin under tha kitchen table
Either way each en' every day I'm able, ta' spit this shit that should be signed ta' a label..............