my cup runneth over cause I filled-it-to-capacity...
you still-spittin'-some-blasphemy when I kill-kidz-it's-a-tragedy...
like a faggots ass I drop the ill-shit-in this rhapsody...
you faggots-be lovin' to feel-dicks-ever-happily...
spit ill-scripts-very-rapidly I'm real-sick ...
and I spill-spit-where-the-maggots-be...
my life is filled-wit'-some-catastrophe...
you still-drift-to-the-saddened-pleas ...
and I still leave dolla billz-ripped-when-I-jack-mc'z...
try an step...I'll leave ya skill-stripped-if-you-battle-me...
I don't give a fuck whether or not you new-in-the-block...
9mm bullet in ya dome when I put 2-in-the-glock...
move-and-get-popped when-the-Ruger-is-shot...
another 9mm bullet in ya head just cause we caught ya crew-in-our-spot...
shotty'z-iz-pumped...ready to fire off and put some bodiez-in-trunks...
try to rob-me...get-jumped...now just gimme ya cash before everyone in ya party-gets-punked...
I go-to-the-bank...gun in my hand another roaster in my holster...my firepower'z close-to-a-tanks...
I need money for a date...but if my girl makez me meet the parents then I'ma have to introduce they throats-to-my-shank...
