ive got a thirst, blood and guts burst when tha bullets dispurse//
your fake ass aint murderin no fools, immaturity got you actin like a 6 yr old spinnin on stools//
I'll leave you executed, some shit like ''michael myers'' killin streak undisputed leavin motionless bodys in deep fryers//
your chances of rippin me are like a ''7, 10 split'' i beat you so bad it ripped your ''clit''//
your so'' brown nosed'', covered in dirt,''homo-sexual'' actions but i didnt picture you inna skirt//
conseited and repeated WoRm talkin bout original verses, recurring thesis like aincient curses i still leave you in pieces folded with creases//
watch tha tru colors drip, dont trip wont catch me slip send a hollow tip through a mofuccan CRIP//
what you lack is a style-spit some shit that make maggots wanna vommit its vile//
aint ripped this faggot in awhile, its about time i "crip"le this bitch, which style should i switch to rip//
empty a whole clip on this homos hoe shit//
i'll invade and spray like "raid" and be gone with the pest//
send heated slugs at this fake thug leavin him guardin his chest//
like bettis i'll steamroll got you bitch'n like rosa parks at the back of "THE BUS"//
dont want a microphone fuss, cause thats when i bust and let chrome thrust//