Lyrics
Jus look…its another one of Eminems Clones
Wit them complex multis but the Feminine Flows
My essence is felt, infecting your health
You’re a secret dat Vegas shoulda kept to itself
Kon…mother shoulda gave up on bein faithfull
And tossed ya newborn carcass on a craps table
If your perhaps able to stop them rap fables
The way I attack labels dismembers ya bad facial
Yall soundin like bums wit dem bars….
And blazin thoughts…needs to blaze some of them carbs
I hear u breathing more in ya rhymes then actual words
Grab u with verbs…. Mrukin all u fags, its superb
Yall lil dirty niggaz…ive killed the filth
If Jerzee’s Dr J, then im Wilt The Stilt
Before u get RTK to spit a verse
Teach the lame to work wit his program first…idiot
Im obscene wit raps
Konflict is yall only member…jus read the facts
He’s the Kevin Garnett of ya Timberwovles Franchise…
Trade him off….and ya team is trash
