Back from school...
...and stoned enough to do this right
I'm dressin black on the Eve of All Hallowz/
With my dick in ya lips, best believe the balls follow/
You chokin on my manhood, while yours is just questionable/
You might as well be Carrotz cuz i leave you like a vegetable/
Speak to you the thruth like a pope in a confessional/
Stealth passin through airlines, deadly and undetectable/
I cut you up like Oxy, fuckin line after line/
Time after time, so real my lines are a crime/
I clown you up like circus capers, light you up like papers/
With a sentence clear your senses, like a bottle of Vicks Vapors/
As i SCRAPE YA on the sidewalk, ERASE YA like some chalk/
I'm fuckin wit that ass so bad you find it hard to walk/
Broken body parts, an art, ain't tellin where they'll find you/
Don't fuck yaself with Stealth, cuz masturbation's sure to blind you/
I wind you, a lil' bitch, jack-off-in-a-box/
ANd I oughta be KNOWN as BONE with how i make that Body Rott/
My shotty's hot and i ain't shot it yet, its just anticipation/
While all this time you waitin for a verbal laceration/
I only call myself a god cuz i don't know no higher power/
The rhymes i spit are hot like a just ate a fire flower/
Smurf ain't yellin "finish him!", he's laughin "Stealth, u diminished him"/
I burn and smoke ya ass like i'm some stoner on a SPINACH BINGE/
Lyrical blast, shot from my 'talk-glock'...go pop/
Cuz simply stated: You more of a bitch than a cop/
So stop and get dropped, like a ball i make you fumble/
Its a rumble in the jungle, toung is stung, you start to bumble/
Words are jumbled as you stumble and u don't know what to say/
Except that you're the reason that your girlfriend just turned gay/
I'm speakin wicked words, I place first, second, and third/
And the only thing you heard is "But ya mouth up on the curb!"/
While i'm stompin ya gut you fell my Tim's up on ya face/
And your jaw is wired shut cuz you just didn't know ya place...