goin crazy on these beats is wat i does a syllable slayer runnin a muk verbally murdering mumbling chumps better keep up u runnin wit us or lyrically leavein u left in the dust brutally beating you verbally feasting on sukas consistently beefin wit us im pullin the plug on all of u wanna be thugz who up in the club tryin to stunt enough is enough u run into us its ashes to ashes dust to dust im callin ur bluff aint tougher than us u gonna feel slugs by the tyme that im done lighting u up like the 4th of the month spittin this venom now soak it all up