I got skill and know you not ill
tha only way you could serve sin's counterin god's will
I hate shit talkin fuckers
he just mad his gurl said I got woodstock like rock N rollers
mathafucka you aint want real war
I said it Im sick- deadin this bitch like a still born
endin this shit sendin this prick to tha fuckin mourge
in plastic bag wit a toe tag
or Im gonna send'em a hollow like hold that- blat
I aint lost in a long while so
my verse is end in this bitch like doggystyle
skeemz skeem must be ta flow lame
cause he just tryna seem dope like counterfit cocain
skeems needa stop thinkin hes tight
when his spits alone aint worth tha ink that he writes wit...
thinkin its tight shit like constipation
nah- Im thinkin I write sick enough ta close tha basement off
this mathafuckin fake is soft
Im stopin clowns Sin known fo rockin sounds dogg
how you gonna win when ya face be my stompin grounds
droppin his coffin Im puttin this fucker down
wit no bullets- you aint got a shot at another round
Im takin tha win- you hatin it dogg
then Im breakin ya limbs makin you jog
cause skeems aint a man hes a bitch that rhymes
Im gettin head from high bitches- fuck lifted minds
nobody understands what ya flow means plus
you suck- you got seeds soiled in ya mouth - you tryna grow trees?
Im sicka these homo emcees
I stole on this cat yo he charged me with robbery
I told'em dogg- you could never be a fluent rapper
cause you couldent catch tha beat if someone threw it at ya
see what Im doin after Im makin round two
cause tha next roundin comin ta me like Im bound 2
