Bleachin down yer denim
Spittin furballs atcha,
this cats too clean!
I trap ya, then catch ya,
n´ burn ya like sum green!
Joe iz maad mean, ya know
what I mean?
I´m tha type dat´ll hurt ya,
murk ya, n´ smoke a blunt
at tha murder scene!
Ya heard? That´s my word,
You herbs ain´t nuthin´ but fiends!
Phucc ya moma and ya daddy!
I´m that nigga in the alley!
N´ treal knows treal,
that´s why they feel me in Cali!
So holla @ yer verbal,
lyrical pusha´ man!
I CAN´T feel ya!
You on sum punk shit, like Ashton Cutcher, man!
You a disgrace, up in tha place,
gah´head and play yer weak hand.
I´m laced, and stay poker faced,
while I grand slam!
Ya dudes cram,
and STILL don´t understand!
You ain´t got skillz!
All you did was whatch 8 mile, damn!
And now you wanna freestyle?
And battle?? Ya phuccen Stan!
You shoulda stayed a fan!
I got them number combos,
how you think that you can play me fam??
What you now about, palmin couple grams in ya hand?
tryina dip n´ duck tha man,
just ta make a couple grand.
You a fukken young boy,
I´mma call ya Peter Pan!
Chicken headz be gettin "clucked",
n´eatin out the palm of my hand!!
HOLLA.
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