Last time i was here you could’nt rap as near as fast when i was on the speare talking about a speare i’ll thow it into your heart then break you apart and that’s just the start when i go shoping i don’t use a cart you know i have’t to rap smart, besides what’s the point you as old as your pa complaing about his joints people like new great rapers only come in a few so go ahead and get the pot and cook the stew i’ll get mad if i blew my shot this is what i got so shut up and stop before i hurt your feelings im so hot i melt the pudding and my bars are so high they touch the cellings your like a snake your slifering and fake so cook the cake you be saying it has to be baked i’ll kill you then thow you into the lake. When i record a track you know ill be back im going to make sure it stacked its my time to sine in my mind for a find of a kind then i just sign my mom said dont lye my raps are as light as a feather my heart as cold as the wether yall got 24 hours to get your crap togher when do i suck never you can rap forever and still not phase me im the greatest in the sea