Thru one HIt i Spit From the Raw Gutter Script
Boka Lewis Iz It, Taking shots of reality
SIck Mentalities, Screw the formalities
I hate personalities,
Fakers are choking thru Dopesmoking,
Evoking trouble, I left blood soaking
Forgetting the pain i light up a bowl
Spreading the flame of ma raw gutter soul
SO what do u do when ur empty and low
Get hoe take it slow and tell her to blow
Whatz up wit life when stabz in the back
React with an axe kill whoever attacks
This is the message of hate from the tomb
The raw gutter script survives in the womb
