its the return of the prodigy this time the spirit of gods in me
this time ive learned possibly that people have forgotten me
theres this little spot in me thats continously robbing me
of the feelings i got in me and its haunting every spot of me
but im constantly struggling and mumbling words that dont fit
theyre almost as puzziling as parts of this verse i dont get
all of the drugs i get i'll be in a hearse or bottomless pit
better writing than guzziling all of the words in my spit
commit more crimes n shit and snort more lines than i spit
one of these times ima quit but i got rhymes as a gift
now i realize im the shit so these guys cry when they get
one try ta slide by as big and make these people forget
i admit my rhymes the shit so much its going in my sig
wordz as effecteve as a driveby till you lie to the pig
your a fan but can ya rap no way you spit that hard shit
even the mentally handicapped would say "thats retarded"
one that thinks the slowest is the last one ta laugh
yes i have no links i know this but i say KISS MY ASS