D-(93)-Outlast

yeah the struggle of feelen trapped talk shit get slapped dont cross me wrong cus i can scrap and yes i got my strap i pack life will give you no slack dont step on my toes or get clapped im the juggerknot hit man back on the attack you talk a big game but cant do shit on the track ill run around your back fuck your bitch and vome back im to damn goid your shit is hella wack since a preteen been grinden just to get a rack im on top of the money game i adapt surpased your Ass overlapped listen to the beat as i kill the words on the track listen to the visciouse words that i pack i jott down the ryhmes i have a knack step up to the plate and take a crack im the whitboy lumberjack lifes a fake bitch and thats a fact welcome to the battleground and im the mac the og white boy king of the attack been through to many highs and lows i think of that i already been to hell and i aint going back.... painful memmories seem to last im gettin to look at the way my shadow overcassed i was born to go get it in a mass im gonna run laps on your ass ill outlast i drop in and hit the gas full blast your music sucks ass ill be first your last i can here you gasp i go all out leave you hangen off a cliff watch you try and get a grasp bust a clip till you fall on your ass then i laughed i go with the breeze you feel the draft dont cross me wrong youll get the shaft rollin up the green smoken up the hash im the titans when i clash drop a clip in them rats drop them snitches on they ass ratatatat layem out flat then im gone in a dash im to damn good who you trying to bash i slice and dice youll get the slash cut you up bitch you know ill leave a gash thats what you get for talken all that trash d93...