yo flow is wack,this rhyme sicka then ya first track,go back 2 ya lab try again.then come back battle & die again.yea shit b crazy,specialy wack emcees feelin they can slay me,im swazy destroying yo road house, I give stuck up broads the cold shoulder,striving emcees a cold soda, a walkin napalm wit eight arms, run away slave from the California State farm,lyrics of mass destruction i stay armed, play target. like a fake tan get sprayed on like,come on this beat got me feelin like a made man, samurai, pressure point ya microphone u feel it n yo eyes,remember this rap fame bro stop telling lies,try an stay alive the game consist of fakes an phoney guys ,homie i stay high yor girl calling cause...she say ya boy 2 fly and ya mics all hype,just give up rap and return to smokin the pipe, this my domain u have no life, u spit make believe,i spit pain and strife true shit that make the people believe.boi keep it real open yo eyes, stop writing them lies, r.i.p time for wack emcees too die