fs ten the finisher

I spit retarded my lyrics are challenged,I'm mentally inept, still regarded as one of the dopest ones left, its up to me to spit the illest verses loaded with curses, i bring the flame thrower to the show lets fill the hearses, killing minds like some bad L, aw hell, i might make it one day only time can tell, i pushed weight all that blow and rocks i used to sell, leaving your mouth open by my flow that i bring and do so well, its time to repent sinner, im a bread winner, ive been starving so long, that im getting thinner, last time i ate dinner it was last winter, ive moved up to pro im no longer a beginner, pro tec, keep your neck covered like ho tep, bubba im ahead of your game by two steps, the d i rep, and do it to the fullest so next time your in Denver youll see that im on your girls to do list