freestyle # whatever

this that thrax now, click clack pow. all on your back now. guess who's back now. he wanna battle who, he ain't talking to me, so it must be you. don't wake a sleeping moster, and expect shit to be cool. I'll take a mic and spit through it. you only had one shot, missed and blew it. fed you lyrical poison, and made you chew it. I go stupid, ima lose it. this shit is therapy, not just for amusement. to you it's just music, just gotta know how to use it. it's like a fuckin drug, and yeah I abuse it. like the water in a faucet, they just can't stop it. when I step it's A1, I bring the hot shit. have the crowd in a mosh pit, make the media nautious. I suggest you proceed with caution. it's a real one in the building, and he just killed it. with a drink in his hand and ain't even spill shid. kept my composure, I know you can feel this. L 3 is the name, and I'm what the deal is.