we outside off the porthch babies to u new flunkys we sold dope ta ya moms we was in grade skoo you fucking junkys could never punk me even if it was a 100 of yall ND yall jump me I'll desend like a 300 angry lunging monkeys punchlines all facts and gut punch below the belt I know you felt spitting fire balls not bars no more so hot u selacone made fuckas well Melt turn so called beats to pallets of pelts