insignificant infinite repents on syndicate, intricate lyrics-get, spit wit spirit-quick//

i aint fearin-shit, my ears aint hearin-shit, so its clear im still gearin-shit//

shiftin-shapes and liftin-crates then throwin them bitches at tha slickest-face//

knockin down pretty-boys, dont dare to fuck wit us city-boys, cause we might release them gritty-toys//

shells dispell from tha chamber of hell, releasin my danger when im angered by bells[sharp ringin annoys me]//

you fell but still i reel in tha fish, serve my bitch split on this dish//

damn i wish, poverty wouldnt bother-me, i swallow-weed while hoes follow-me//

i aint a pimp, and i aint no busta, fuck-a sucka when they talk shit i bust-a//

cap when im strapped w/ blindin clustas, spray ya whole area then finish wit my dusta//

lusts a sin thats always comitted, i permitted this dimwitted slut to fuck so she been-splitted//

i dont rely on proper-grammar, ill prop-the-hammer in side ya skull damn-it.