Po pimpin get a ho with no job got mine and a call back theres no i in game but theres a g and me I'm old school player bill Bellamy got it from my brother jeremy rip Im so broke my ashes in a a tall keystone can Ima set it Off like the electric bet these other mcz can't make it hectic like me down for whatever swift breeze hit trees like powerlines tower up to them cowards with my rhymes is like henn gin and the rofilin with the ice and hit the blend spinning brains while we spittin its big injun shooting lyrical arrows posting em up like scarecrows I get better everyday my hair grows and my feathers hang going off beretta bang no lames over here we get that fetta whatever bad bitches on decc they better step up to the plate cuz I'm pitching telling bitches give free pipe to three dykes like strap ons get my Mac on have a nun cum on my nut sacc we play with pussy they don't play with us just consider us dangerous we heard your words y'all can't hang with us we gutter they Suburbs more WAC than a battle rap with no cuss words trust we the deadly fucc words we don't just talk we bust verbs stalk a nurse and fucc her take her drugs and stuff her they rap I ain't feelin that I'm a necrophilliac fuccin they dead verse and it's the worst lay ima let off and give these shook ones some Mercey!