Still unfuckwitable Fuck what you thought ya heard!It´s da cona´ man, with them berry birds!Call me the Undertaker! -Cuz I bury u herbs!I ain´t with no pleasantries, or merry words.I getz mean after I chopped me sum trees, n´ twist a leaf!You get MURKED.I take these frauds n´ frails to the realms, BEYOND hurt!Boy, you were MADE from dirt. I´m just returnin´ ya to it.You kids was dyin of thirst! Until The ´Zookah brought the fluid!And ya´ll guzzled it. Like it was the best drink ya´ll ever had.I´m buggin right? I´m sumin like that white dude, on Breakin bad!Yeah, I´m just like ´im. ´Way I´m up in the lab!I stay motivated - Shawty keepin ´haters sad.Ya´ll be ridin dick, that how I know ya´ll is FAGS!Move shit with my mind. Manifest words with my pen n´ my pad.Every time I drop a rhyme, they bite them shitz, like really bad.That´s how I KNOW I gotcha hooked, but what really makes me mad..Is how you youngens be stuntin´ n´ frontin, usin MY swag!You better rep ya OWN shit. Like a writer, with a tag.Hood shit. I got it covered, like brown paper bags.16, or a 100 bars, I murk whatever you have!Lyrically, it´s like I´m wipin dirty magz´ with bloody rags!I be scalin that FISH. And I don´t fuck with you crabs!!