Lyrics
let the gates open, as i approach them,
no one opposes and no one gets broken,
speak when your spoken to, open wounds,
soakin though, blood chokin, blunt smokin,
no con-dollance due to a few potent, rodents,
better call pest control, NOTED,
dump the rat population in the ocean,
flow give you motion sickness, ficticious,
suspicious victims wishin to fix this,
problem were i keep rippin up the hit list,
but its just this, interest, that got my mind set,
that my skill's hiddin, gotta find it,
reconsign it, recognise the finest,
recognize the blindest world, with the fakest sh** ,
ill hit like a terrorist and have you shakin quick,
have you achin in places that make you sick,
ill paint a pic, to make your mind clear i aint fakin sh**
like earthquakes in haiti, we aint savin sh** ,
we just to dam LAZY, just call it quits,
rip it all to bits with the balls to call a b*** ,
a b*** by its own name, i know it all exists,
the ball is in my court, now watch you call it quits,
the ultimate insults jolts arguments,
that hauls you in regardless whos targeted,
you might slip when you trip then you fallin quick,
but i gotta tight grip so i aint fallin yet,
ill drop the pen, for' i write somethin ill regret.
