dolecheat one, he stay tougher then concrete, you fuckers got no style how the fuck can they compete the composition tight, i grew up where the bombs be, explosion imminent, escape with the godspeed, saluting many veterans, i pay my respects, im the old new school but, not a graduate yet, l acing plenty tests im the top of the class, and you got a clown sound, like your krustys laugh, fuck these other rappers got em stacking my plates, and like a good waiter they go stash em away, (niles) no time for chores, i be stacking the pay, plenty lines of income, taking taking hours a day im cold with the money i be spending it first freeze a hole in your pocket, but to me you a skirt, if you hold it, then cock it, im an old alcoholic, sipping apple bombs, you should hold up and stop it toking apple bongs, till i throw up an vomit, with the zest of an orange, im a test of your courage, eat the best of the porridge, got the game in a goldy, locked tight like rattys, gold cover the whole teeth, colored like the mustard, when its laid over cold beef, and il be seeing red, yeah lets jam this cunt, hit licks get the bread, like a sandwich ha, yeah im on the down low i got the bandwith bra and were here to make noise so dont stand here cunt, imma father rappers, you dont scare me son, youd be dumb for trying this, ive seen more bills then an duck scientist, on the roof of the world, like i snipe from tibet, so dont go to sleep cos im sliding with fred, so i hit him in leg i got lessons light years ahead of time, ann