n the fact is im one of the illest to spill my brains im like shotguns shells diped in aids before fired towards the chin of kurt cobain
aint nobody steppin up, UnConscious and I hold the reigns suck up all the heat in the place, and leave you cold for days
leavin emcees wit iceboxes where they minds used to be u busters couldnt bomb big if the atoms u split were fused in threes
who's the team, leavin you bruised and beat typin jewels on the screen for all you computer geeks you know who we be, and you damn sure know how we do bow down to the kings, we got more power than you
the only thing i see round here getting stuck is u in the butt ill have you quackin so loud, 9-1-1 dispatchers will mistake you for a duck
senseLESS, ain't no need for fakin the funk steppin to us? we end up shakin you up you better get to running when i take to the trunk leave your seams busting like an eighth in a dutch
ohh now they talkin bout power just cuz they put in a few hundred more hours well shit i aint goina cower, get the power before shits gets sour make nig@@s say "wowzer". we will see who quackin and who brings home the fat watch in week, youll be deeper than bernie mack and thats a fact.
we got more power than gods, the odds of u winning, slim to none we swim through flows like micheal phelps, we in to win, u swim for fun.
sense, close your mouth, stop yappin bout bernie mac to get respect round here, you have to earn it, jack i burn a track. everything i spit is just fire. all white mask, leave you knifed up like mike myers. im bout to blow up, like not slicin the right wires your bomb got defused, aint no ticking in your timer
talk about senseless what you tryin to achieve. i may be new here but i aint planin leave. and you may have had your nose in the dirt deeper but your just the street and im a street sweeper.
man me and la coka nostra got flows from cost to costa we leavin u short rap cats corked like sammy sosa
you hit the nail on the head, you cant get it any closer aint fucking around with all these faggot fanny pokers sense talks tough, but he's a pansy, man it's over your whole family are fans man, your granny has my poster' hahah WHAT!
yeah yeah yeah i give respect when its due. but your like a fat girl bending over trying to tie her shoes. man its to easy, i just cruze. My first name aint Tom but i got some friends to loose. 211 to booze and hit back on all of youz
LOLWUT? haha. this shit is jokes man, i'm just packing a bowl spit a rap and reload, and leave this cat in a hole how does coka spit? you should be askin yo hoe just cause i stay up on the rap, don't mean the macking is slow
friends to lose? how about i take ur life wit the mic shove it so far down ur throat we hear the moans u made last night
alright fuck yall.stright getting me hyper my rhymes are more foul than a dead babies diaper. and i dont give a fuck cuz i got some shit to smear. lookin at you im headlights and you just a dear. but dont fear big daddys hear. im a wisper in your ear and dry your tear hold you a little closer than 354 days to a year. yall say that you big time packin you just the gun holder, you get no action. then you smell the sweet taste of death by gettin the butt of agun straight to the chest
the only butts i catch to the chest are that of ya chick u couldnt get an erection in 6 seconds if the dead rose up out ya dick