My passion is devotional, got 10,000 pages of rhymes.
All of them could stay blazin' ya mind,
Cause they all know I'm takin' wats mine.
I'm not fakin' a crime, I'm makin' a line.
And if you cross it,
Your juss wastin' ya time.
Complex like algebra part 2, plus I got the heart too.
And I betcha if you try to turn genuis,
I'll out smart you.
Cause I know in my mind, it wouldn't be hard to.
You punk ass,
Chills wit a clique in a retard group.
My punchlines, will have you run backwards, if you run up.
You faggots only good at suckin dick,
Like an average dumb slut.
Your garbage, like all the shit in a dump truck.
You'll need more than a tazor,
Juss to come up and stun us.
I'll have ya shit ya pants and quit ya career.
Cause competition doesn't mean shit this year.