This is like a 50th song on soundclick anniversary and im proud to say that i have come so far and Mostly id like to thank PhaZe for teaching me so much along the way...where'd i be w/o u dawg
flow skills jake hotchkis
ill trip on a mic i back on my feet to fight
even if im still messed up from last night
or higher than i kite if i try i might die
if i give a slight push in this game called life
you fell on my trap im a felon in rap
so clap a gun splat on ur melon
its hell on earth when i use full force
this aint star wars ill take bar whores out bar doors
im so sophisticated that u slit ur wrist wit a blade
before you could ever get a hard clitorus made
just bite ya lip b4 u slip and tossed in nicks cage
befor you trip ill tak ya body and throw it in brads pit
and my friend wessley will snipe ya dome on spot
you could be like ripley and believe it or not
but believe that ur shot on spot
with a red dot like u was in a phone booth
cus ill send bullets through ur front 4th from the left tooth
then the exit wound is wider then steven segals roof
thats the overall truth that im a true killa
dont lie cus i got a lie detect on u like ben stilla
just to prove that im hear and near
ill throw britney's spear in through and out the otha ear
and to show you how sick that i am
ill send a threat email to meg and ryan
and randomely send wilson to die on an island
ill be girls best friendn rock neil's diamond
its pityful you think you got a hard army
cus you bone thugs in the back make em scream in harmony
ur style aint shit i got rhymes to give ta ya/
have ur bitch bent like she had spinabiphida/
the formula me + flows= rippin ya//
equivilent to smokin an l then skippin ya
cus one drag of this will prolly make ya kids hi/
when u go up a girls leg you wont exceed mid thigh/
scribblin rythms and beats im swingin em/
one bitch aint enough so make it paligamism
shine light through a prism magnify by a billion//
still aint bright as me multiplied by a trillion
sprayin the full metal jackets and fillin em/
acid bullits leakin in they system while its still in em/
they dont know whats hittin im till its killin em/
but the looks on they faces seems like its thrillin em/
the acid bullets is my metaphors flows and all/
they so complex it took the crowd 5 minutes to applaud/
my innerminds tired of these kids ruinin my life
back off my dick its a lyrical knife to slice ur lyrical ice
im sleek and they figure im mince meat
but the meat u beat is mince and sold on the street
im holdin off sleep to judge these kids and they fleet
imma teach these kids to retriete 3 feet
before you think ur cheap and make them fall back in they seat
xpelled be an ignorant immigrant with white pigments
just tryin to fit in without rippin some ligaments
just cus i dont where ice dont mean i aint arctic
im an artist who spits rough enuff to make ya carsick
ill toss u a cordless mic and ur spitless
not even phenaheldide can preserve my sickness
if anyone is offended by a word of this song
lets all get along likke hippies and rip bongs
i dont hate none of yal thats truth no matta what
unless its a matter of rap ill splatter ya gut
