Think twice before you talk out the side o´ya neck! This´ that shit dat I´ll crack ya up some..Fukka double! My shit´s triple dumb!So much talk. But still you say so little.A 2 da muh´fucken K! ´s how I spray you with syllables!Bar for bar, my quotables leave ya comatose.Indian giver. I take the mic back, then dance around a totem pole!Fucka ratchet! I wield a hatchet, N´I do mean hatchet!A leprechaun, ´way I stay with tha green,n´ I´m mean with this rap shit.Nuff brag. Lemme toe tag this fag. I tote fa´ real!You wearin a culotte, high heels, bamboo earrings, n´a tote-bag!EEEWWWW´!!!N´plus you the typa fag, that would grope another fag.Give ´im a quick reach-around, expose his ass. Then pound ´im hard while you jab.I let you bite these tims. Stompin ya good!Leavin ya grill, lookin SAD.Pullin ya molars out my soles n´shit, I´m SO rad!This dude I´ll hop on anything.Wack tracks, trains, dicks, or a fad.I´ll put a hurtin on ´im. Half murkin um. N´clobber ´im SO bad!This piece o´shit I´ll limp home with a severed dick,a caved in face, and ONE gonad!!Worst case scenario, ya mom´s a hoe.with an itchy dial finger, n´this is how it might go:She be on cops, cryin, screamin:"He´s a lunatic, n´ he hurt my li´l lad!!"(all the while flirtin, with officer Tad!)Trailerpark-rich bitch gettin briefed. N´then boinked out on da deck!It´s either, givin deputy dog a snog. Or goin down for washin checks!After some huffin n´puffin he´ll leave yer moms, a cum drenched wreck.N´Tad gets back to the precinct, witta doozie. Boastin, gettin´nuff respect.So when you wanna yap greasy, pause n´ponder for a sec. And think TWICE, before you talk out the side o´ya neck!!HOLLA.