Trust. me. kid...
You must be beggin me
Ta end you...........
And venues....
Listen... I am willin ta
Take that risk
Step into my circular frame of thoughts
For fame nursin your brain... lost...
Hop on a name. I'm hurtin you.......
Crossed and recieved tubercular pain
Often these lames lurk for you...
Cuz you can't see outside of the box
Might as well be in ya coffin today...
Rhymin' and boxed... These little
Cub scouts chickens need to figure tyin the knot
Buyin the lottery ticket... tickin
Eyeing a spot in the game... listin
The highest but system applies
Cuz bitches just get up....
And seem to be itchin for quiet..........
Trust. me. kid...
You must be beggin me
Ta end you...........
And venues....
Listen... I am willin ta
Take that risk
Whitelightning & Speek EZ