Now I aint packin the heat I used to have..
But I got the incineration to boost youu fags..
Im a smash out and beat you ho’s..
He;s Decatur but repped NY bout a week ago..
PUNCHES SHAKE UP YA SPINE..
I BLOW YA BRAINS OUT THEN I PUT IT BACK TOGETHER JUST TO MAKE UP YA MIND..
GET BACK BITCH BEFORE I FUCK UP YA SPIRIT..
I DROP “PHLAWLESS RHYMES” WITH K-KLASS LYRICS..
IM A VARCITY PLAYA I BLOW ARMS IN THE STREETS..
U GETTING STROKED LIKE THE GUITAR IN THIS BEAT..
I PUT A NIGGA DOWN WITH THE FLOW LIKE NYQUILL..
U GOT ER THING A EMCEE NEEDS BESYSKILL(BESIDES SKILL)..
U GET WET UP BLEAVE BLOOD LYIN IN YA FITTED..
U GETTING LET OFF EASY CUZ I AINT EVEN SPITTIN..
I DON’T REALLY WANNA HURT YOU PAL..
U DON’T WANNA GET PERSONAL..
YOU KNOW WHAT IM AFRIAD OF YEA I SAID IT..
THAT’LL HE POST UP A VERSE HIS HOMIE DID AND TAKE CREDIT..
ON DA REAL TO TELL U DA TRUTH..
I WANNA SPIT PERSONALS BUT IONO IF IM BATTLIN YOU..
ITS WAR BETWEEN YOU AND I..
I WANNA KILL DA GUY U BITE FROM BUT THAT WOULD BE SUICIDE..
OK SO THEY FUCKED UP YA VOCALS ON STREETS..
BUT HOW YA VOICE GO FROM BEIN LLOYD BANKS TO SHEEK?
FLAW IS A BITCH I AINT GOT TIME FOR HATERS..
U FINNEDA GET POPPED UP CLOSE LIKE LAY-UPS..
THIS GUYS A FAG I DROP ALL YA RHYMES..
HE WANTS AN EXTENSION BUT NOT A LONGER TIME..
I SPIT FLAMES AT YA CRANIUM MAKIN YA BRAIN SHOW..
AND U THE WEAKEST LINK LIKE BLACK PEEPS ON GAMESHOWS..
HOMIE I BREAK BONES HAVE U SLEEPIN THE WITH THE FISHIES..
BLOW YA BRAINS OUT YA HEADPHONES LIKE YA SIGGY
