Entree Rep: 1 Joined: 18 Jun 2008 Posts: 2 OFFLINE | yo i kick flows and rip shows
straight dis hoes, yeah bitch knows
talk shit bro and get ya wrist slit slow
and six ribs broke
i’m on some insane deranged shit
my brains size allows me to shape shift
like the black suited sentinels from the matrix
if i battle you don’t meet ya death fake or stage it
cuz if you still got ya life i’m hunting you down to take it
my lyrics upset ya stomach like ulcers
i’m slapping you till you see planets f**k stars
i’m the type that be clutching a knife and foams at the mouth
fu**ing ya wife while she alone at ya house
i’m leaving punks in wheelchairs
i’ll scare you till you feel fear
so tremendous ya eyes will bleed tears
and scream and screech till you need air
i hit ni**as constantly like enter on ya keyboard
and blow spots up like 400 pounds of C-4
i dont wunt none of you punks cloning this
cuz i’m claiming more lives than a drunk motorist
i sack rappers like line backers for the packers
and snap they backs like gram crackers
and grasp the world in my hands like atlas
and i’ll smash the whole map up
and give these insolent fools wut the f**k they asked for
forget a body cast try a body bag
if u wanna brag
i’m a pump the shooty fast
aim at ya frame and drop ya ass |