those who said i lack the in-pack of a car crash
could suck my dick till my balls flat
the boss-back, u spit flase fact
u'll be gone forever like a lost-sack
stop front'in, u aint jiggy so put them boss-back *boss jeans*
i'll killah team then carry them around like horse-back
of caurse that, means the ruthless beams aims... like a instent message
that'll open ya thoughts up and lift ya soul up to the heavens
im more then a emcees u just cant test me
cuz this kid aint gonna use led that a teacher i'll let-me
the heat scorchin, u'r meats outta perportion
cuz i'll save u money on a abortion just bring this baby a cuff'in
like a fog-strome u'r lost'in u'll never fine u'r way around
i'll wave the crown, save the sounds.....
cuz this kid i'll get BOXED-UP but wont get payed for rounds
face in-graved in the ground, N u dont have to be famus
just pray that i aim-this, cuz u dont need ya shit pushed back up ya anus

LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no cartoon can draw the line for me
cuz if u try to trac my flow.....
u'll have a better time trying to view the end of the sea


basic-flow