[CopyPat]

Machette swingin, at any man that said he blingin, I be petty, when I walk you can hear my pennies clingin. Steady brining constant bangers, honest judgments get lost in anger, hang ya like the Boston Strangler, mangle your boss on camera. Lick shots, toss the hammer that cost ya fam, ya lost ya grandma to cross this man, I’ll toss an amateur. Challenge Cop ya better have the cross in ya hand with ya. I leave you de-moted. My style you can’t de-code it, your rhymes sound like a geek wrote it….OK, I’m reloaded. Pull out my dick and make you bitches deep throat it. Bust on chickens, make sure that their beak’s coated. Smack your face till your mothafuckin cheeks bloated. My heat scolded your sensitive skin, leave the body parts of your best friends in a bin. The bad thing I done that shit for less than a fin, went to your funeral and I was tempted to grin. Left a dent on your chin, fuck repentin my sins, like a rigged election, I was destined to win. Rock shows, drop flows and leave you bastards burnin, fuck your face up so bad you thought Picasso was your plastic surgeon. You cats is squirmin beneath my feet and beggin, make the hardest rapper start preachin heaven like a freakin reverend. Got skills when I’m spittin lines, chasin loot like someone’s pullin 100 dollar bills by fishing line. And I might swarm ya set, fuck a battle, grab a wack mc and hang em by the mic cord and jet. The knife or the tech, I make my victims choose, I’m an alcoholic, even McNuggets get dipped in booze. Sick with screws missin, bring pain if ya crews dissin, targeting a coward while I’m aimin at you, pissin.