All in your vision like caterax Whipping this shit like a couple blacks in a Cadillac. Get a couple more in a hall with a battle axe, in a circle with a couple clamps And now it's battle raps If it's good you get a couple claps from a couple chaps. But if they stab you it's a couple chavs With no guns in back, aim for your head and now you're cabbage patch bruise in fact and a black patch Where your eyeholes at. Gotta rap, When I hear you spitting Kinda crap Throw to the dumpster Where the garbage at Music my mistress So don't call her back Penny for your thoughts I need my quarter back Been running these plays like a quarter back Who knew the facts, that streets is hacked By boys in black, with tilted hat's, Moving crack, to only blacks, get them yacked. ace their jack, their mind is strapped