~Intro~
I kno ya sweat-in-ya-sleep from tastin-the-beef.. pacin-defeat..
Ya should nigga!.. Ya lyrics almost as fake-as-ya-teeth//
Claim ya reppin-the-streets but jealously ya jettin-to-priests, escapin-a-beat?..
I pull quicka than any man so you aint escapin-from-me!//--
This nigga probably-cries huggin-his-wife, rubbin-her-thighs..
wishin she rid of pussy and gained a dick-like-a-guy//
Rhyme's as bad as-ya-eyes, ya chance of winnin's slimmer than-fries..
I'm 'takin all' battles as victor like the 'love-of-ya-life'//--
~Who Got Somethin' 4 Me?~
I'll abolish the polished promise-within..
Hittin ya logic wit sonic cosmics and tossin-the-pen//
Floppin atomic comics and chronically stoppin-ya-sins..
By toppin ya poppin phonics I'mma be coppin-the-win//--
Dropped-in-a-den.. recovered by a stock-of-ya-ken..
Saught-with-a-venge.. I've discovered Imma pop-till-da-end//--
Kamikaze in this bitch till my carnage is-singed..
Shockin ya tarnished carcass is how I want it to end//--
In shackles-n'-dens I kick pain bouts as heartache-of-sins..
Tackle-ya-shin and rip veins out with markers-n'-pens//
Packin-the-twins n' six-chains, pound parts-in-ya-chin..
Startle-ya-when I flip brain counts and harness-the-win//--
Crushin-ya-notes jotted that you previously-wrote..
No devious-folk can pocket wat this hethan-has-post//
Duckin-in-hope for luck but still we cuttin-ya-throat..
Wouldnt be 'under ya verse' if I posted 'uppin-for-votez!'//--
Wit intentions inflicted pickin up on every mission..
Tension is tented wit friction exempt from every sentence//
The extent of our mission's kickin down our era's dimension..
Every Sentence explodin wit fire like I just wanted ya-missin//--
Any questions?