Back from work...
N Jail U my HO, didn't KNOW you wanna fuck MEN/
They invented conjugal visits so you could STICK your DICK in the RIGHT END/
i MIGHT BEND, but not over/
I just BEND till i SNAP/
Cuz in ValleJO you my HOE/
So i put and END to your RAPS/
I'm lyrically STOMPIN/
Smokin sacks for a TWAMP'N/
I present practical PRECAUTIONS/
ReWIND TIME, my WATCH STOPPIN/
Many men my minds MOCKING/
While i'm POPPIN my COLLAR/
Like a BALLER i CHILL/
Many THRILLS from MurrysVILLE/
To the MILLS in the City of STEEL/
No caps i PEEL when ya STEPPIN/
YO i never owned NO WEAPON/
You NEGLECT to be RESPECTIN/
So I run up in ya SECTION/
Lemme ask you a QUESTION:
Did you think that you could really FUCK with STEALTH?
I make ya FREEZE with EASE/
With the effort of BUCKLIN my BELT/
I never heard ya FLOW/
But I'll assume ya BLOW/
Literally, if ya KNOWN/
As N Jail U My HO/
So let it GO before i RIP THROUGH/
Ya BRAIN MEMBRANE and TISSUE/
And i HATE to MAKE and ISSUE/
But they're forcin me to DISS YOU/
So i FIT YOU for a COFFIN
Sorry, but the CASKET'S CLOSED/
And all you hear is POPPIN/
When i'm BLASTIN in ya NOSE/
I'm writin this rhyme at WORK/
Servin you while i serve TABLES/
You unable now to SMIRK/
Erase ya smile cuz i'm a FABLE/
Or a god, or a PROPHET
you can't STOP SHIT when i DROP HITS/
Wanna read ya rhymes so i can MOCK IT/
And place you in my POCKET/
As a STATISTIC of the BITCHES
That i serve with REALISTIC SICCNESS/
And if next time I try
Your sore ass will need STITCHES for ya BRITCHES/
Lets see what ya got...