quick time

[Dan Cliff]

hip with the flip phone, chrome n the steel on it/
bet the only barrel that u own got a wheel on it/
shit pop off, man them glocks is handy/
revolvers dissolve the problems like some cotton candy/
camped out in the C Class, gloves n the ski mask/
blacked out like i forgot the the cream in my decaf/
ready for the joox, its the deadliest crook/
if u dont want the magazine, then its better u book/
LOOK!
if we aint seein eye to eye, then theres no focus/
and any chance of u advancin is so hopeless/
cuz i got the game locked by the conversation/
u gotta decode my words check the combination/
u losin consentration, causin ya brain to stop/
its hard to rap on a track with no train of thought/
man im flamin hot like them UV rays/
n if the ladys want coke, then they do BJ'S...its real/

[Young Twotone]

the shit i spit is retarded check the cypher,
my rhymes so complex you need a decoder ring to decipher,
ya girl said she wants dick but you only high five her,
so she comes runnin to me when i didnt even invite her,
fuck it i guess ill one night her, now she pregnant, i dont even regret it,
no need to sweat it cuz she pin it all on you, you a dumb fuck she gave you 6 std's and you only know of two, wait the for tone before you speak, wait look at me again, theres a lump on your face is that a dick pokin out your cheek? think before you speak, cuz i destroy fools, if i needed someone to clean up shit and you rappin like that, i wouldnt even fucking employ you, you wouldnt clean nothin just put more shit on the floor, this wack shit you spittin is played out and poor, kinda like ya wallet, if thats even what you call it, its more like a moths nest filled with fairy dust, you cant compete with the boss, you aint even in my area,

[Dan Cliff]

ya'll act like the raps aint nice, but u know that aint true.