and yet another late night/early morning off the dome-piece...


I'll stab-ya-back blast-ya-ass when I'm packin' gats I'll snatch-ya-cash//
faggot-ass you a "son-of-a-bitch" damn now I'm a "bastidz-dad"//

mentally suffering from insomnia makes me a manic my brain'z-attacked by my cranium-packed with thoughts of smackin' you wit' a titanium-bat//

insanely-attached to the gat as I ask you to explain-why-you-wack//
I came to the game-with-an-ax...when my rhymez get stuck in ya head it meanz I had ya brain-as-a-snack//
don't sleep mufuckaz cause I'll catch you while you takin'-a-nap// please refrain-from-ya-acts or I'ma be layin'-ya-flat with blood stainz-on-ya-back//

I own control of ya mind until every single demon-is-shot// the freindly thief-of-the-block who would gladly leave-with-ya-watch and for the critics watch the flow..I could give a flyin' fuck if my linez are even-or-not//

to put it nicely...all the haterz can slob-my-crotch//
here'z da deal...you got a "watch with rocks" and you can watch me "rock-ya-watch"...