keystyle(ten minute) so i just did some shit for hit n run
noncentz return like the second comming of christ/
with a track list that reads like your last rights.
an acolyte/ on mics/with an appetite/that consumes beaf/
so if you want to get ate resight your rhymes off the loose leaf.
wont battle me face to face but you still front/
you aint shit my spitten writtens can kill you in the font.
from print to scripture i paint pictures/with words/
that will rip ya/by animating myself shitting on you hurbs.
fake thugs from the burbs/your ghostwritter left you haunted/
you aint a thug you get snubbed by "malibus most wanted".
and i dont ghost write/ im a poltergeist/
i'll remix your shit stamp my name on it/
now you can sell at top price/cause i dont spit i vomit/
an emcee like me is seen as often as hailey comet.
my qoutable comments/lament/me as the nicest emcee/
my rhyme ability/goes from lyrical to physical/
my punchlines help you collect disbaility.
im complex with open text/and stay raw like my parents never taught
me safe sex.stretch a line like magnum laytex/strapped to a whales
dick/and set you off quicker then dynamite with gasoline whicks.
my brains sick so of coarse my thoughts are ill/
with no remoarse to leave you a corpse even my birth certicficate
was appraised... kid i keep it real.
you dont want none shit it takes elphant balls to scrimage/
im the rapper so conceited i sued my reflection for cloning
my image.and i aint finish,shit i barely begun/
and my mouth stays loaded like had bullets for denchers strapped
to my gums.
and i don't freestyle for free/ there's fee...cause battling me will cost/
but i donate you an ass whipping..im so nice i will give you a loss/
i'll toss/ you soul to hell like christ being pissed off/
and getting revenge for be placed on the cross.
you aint compition or an athlete you playin lacross/
so every thing i throw at you you will recieve like randy moss.(take it you bitches)
