nah I aint playin man.. I'm runnin the game..
never rapped off beat.. like tha homi D-Train..
get clapped on beats when the D's voice laid..
over tracks.. this is rap.. you don't even get it.. man..
I'ma rob the train like them james boys did it man.
str8 cold fashion.. staind colt blastin..
D you wanna feel.. the brute force of the steal..
aint no one tryin to hear.. brute forces ya spew..
it's like every bar ya spittins.. a chore.. it's poor written..
you're beneith me in skills.. is tha point ya not gettin..
man.. you wanna fuck around get ya forehead splitten..
i'm the type to drop tha bomb.. an blow this pussy up... kitten..
yea.. I'ma str8 spitta.. run through ya city fuck ya ho and leave ya bitter..
80D a heavy hitter.. slap this train off the tracks..
man I heard some dope rappers from the spot you be at..
but these are baltimore cats who'll take a shit on you black..
yea, I aint gotta front.. this motherfuckers a chump..
on the site he tryn' to stunt.. like he deservin' respect..
shit.. ya ever see this punk.. skinny lil niggie.. be sure to get wrecked.
pussy.. you know the type..
bitch don't talk unless I'm talkin to you..
see your in deep shit.. you got some talkin to do..
aint no one tryin to hear this fuckin noisey ass train..
it's like damn I heard ya track.. an str8 torcherd my brain..
but of course that's anytime a kin tracks playin..
these the thin facts man.. Kin's been a wack band..
since this shcitzofranic man took a mic in his hand..
delusional fruitcake.. thinkin he a train..
damn i think he done halucenate an cracked off the caine..
jacked off his thang... an str8 shot it in his mouth..
got kocktis and kin folk hangin by his balls..
yea I hear they run a train on D's dirty south.. faggots..
