you really think i aint ill?
my tongue been spent the illest dimes/why u think i aint got money in the bank/been shitty for a while now you can tell by my septic tank.
make emcees earn they rank/in the forms of jokes dissess and pranks/
make any name for myself but i choose to keep my rhymes frank.
cause i rip you numerically alphabetically genetically/
disgnose you with bowel disorder/ per synonymn antonymn/
homonymn/ and and shit on you in vowel order.
rappers barely at the border/between boozoka gum and wrapping designs/
just some corny colorful jokes im ahead of my time and stay number 1
im basically stay in my prime.
to me it's still odd... like every number uneven to ten/
why i spit dimes when you'll barely comprehend 5 of them.
am i hot and if not why ?
bless you like a sneeze ending with a tissue and snot/
but for haters i still havent forgot/shit........
so many rappers on my nuts i cant tell weather i shaved or not.
i chill with essays like i write articles/chronicles/ of my sequels shows
u not equal just another dick rider flossing in my testicle hair folicols.
fucking fossils/ hate me cause they careers dossil/
or cause the crew i rep chill with the most blessed like the apostiles.
HIT N RUN shit n son
spit like guns not with our gums you dumb motherfuckers get your wig
twist like toopays in tonadoes/with wordplay that can seperate
your verdabray from your a hole. felay your soul/like shang tsung/
possessing a blender/ render your lungs/broke/ with cancer
after inhailing my hottest rhyme like 2nd hand smoke.
a created legend forged to be a weapon/
you was forged to be fake like east coast rappers reppin/
dirty south want to claim up north? cool i'll send you to heaven.
