what......say what...ohhh shit....shit...hahahahah...you know it's own my rown for y'all fake layin', tyrin', stupid, no-flow havin', no-style havin', broke, pussy-ass rapperzz...
when I see a door, I gotta kick it in
when I see a jaw, I gotta kick a chin
when you see my jaw, you know it's kickin' in
when I'm on the floor, I see the ceiling spit.../wasted/
flickering, spinning, wimps shine when I'm kickin' in
pickering, slithering, slime lips, gibber rint../tickin-a/
time-Bomb in the mind, no citizen../livin/
life outside the box y'all sitting in
with sickening flow, chick licking my toe
I got athletes foot though.../uuuuuhh, oops/
all good to me, still
popping the me pill
sipping some Krayne ///(something about weed I think)
and I fuck with the refill
rappers on the other hand
can't pay the week bill
wanna label me
but they never gonna see deal
I fuck a bitch...she chills!...
you gotta bitch...she yells!...
cuz all ya washed up like sea shells
the way the weed smells
I'm never gonna quit it
the way my brain feelz
maybe for a minute
you standing at the door
you better let me in it
cuz I ain't on the list
and I ain't gotta ticket../mothafucker/..
you know what's kickin in (x5)
I see the ceiling spit..
I guess to get it in..//yeah//
I guess to go get my shit, get my medicine...Eminem,
you got to tell a friend
the Reaper back and I'm raising up the roof again with a loosin Gin..
high of mike, the opposite of pillow right
you couldn't find a simple trace of a breakin side to me..
yeah, a good nigga a bizz
but only for me is on the ecstasy