Tie End LieN.S./ten10law in S
S for money left by a serpent in
Brethren, Talk to Elder Men
You brag till your skin sag
And you end up in a pee bag
I leave torn emcees on a way
No need to lead astray
When a silly lines makes you believe anyway
I make your death delay
Or touch you with a hand I lay
that cracks your frame
ashing everything from your toe to head today
turning it to reddish clay
You have a fetish mein You gay
Nobody wants to hear what you want to say
Whack Whacking hack rappin is what you sadly portray
I'm a flaming gigantic Ray
Smoke you like a Jay
I'm laid like Jesus in Hay
Time for your lirical demon to pay