ima turn these critics to crickets shane warne the ball spin it and hit the wickets ever since we been raised it ain't been bout bickets its been snickers up inside us they all call us all wicked may be we should hold pride in bein the sihkest they say watch yall back the snake it slithers shout out to kerser i be the KurZHim and the witness two dead ghosts paintin your pickets ima pick it up piece of past piece or art you can kiss my ass crank for teachin us too/to fast we hit the shafts bank no need for a shank tanks in need of the spanks half man half needin green and a conscious give this man his fuckin pants all ive heard from you peeps is constant, silly, dumb judgmental, futile nonsense blade wise right all rights now hows your talk of gang bein so tight rank holdin the file sank molten in isles deaded the lead and created your mind so vial so quick you needed new eyes the need of the new i despise yall bank on it and call y'all selfs wise thats word to dad mark the oldest best pot growin vet of the damned arts unvexed alive been with the best since the last of the next crackin backs not just necks never expectin dead to arrive need ya sign heres your fuckin checks and some fuckin ryhmes whole worlds been more blind less love less laughin less but sometimes more time HAHA hard times hard rights so tight grip quite your slip like you inspired the crypt life shift twice and eat up all them damned sheep mice before you think you're gettin the shot you'll be clanned twice i aint bein viced begin to deny the rights the wildest sights of the wild in plight arrive, the time aint nigh i said the time aint nigh. now night night!