Im gonna mix your guts with your grits-
hypathetically speaking that is if you came with something to battle with-
I come with a semi auto I tend to tattle with-
killing foes just for the sheer pleasure of pain-
loc to the brain, distain set in my typical mind frame-
Im the chosen one like neo in the matrix-
for the future reference dont run up on a nigga willin to take your last breath-
Im mentally fucked no need for crystal meth-
it seems as tho stress is downloaded into my hard drive-
not smashin on small game-
I tear apart your town sunami high tide-
quote me son were you gone go *you can run but you cant hide*-
now dont speak cause you'll let something slip or say somethin stupid-
you cant flow go look for love *cupid*-
Im not mentally stable-
but I maintain to kill flows with a story-
makin your hits look like a fable homie-
you still a little kid creepin at night tryna jack a chromie-
Im killin this flow similar to a homerun from Jim Thome-
aint no way some one gone tell me when to stop-
thats when I dont come with words-
I reach below my waist line and pull out a glock-
haters can all eat a fuckin dick and rott in a fuckin casket-
then Ill take all your orgons and sell em on E-BAY-
100 g's for a niggas life I took away *wraped in a basket*-
Can I get some feedback yaw.. -out
hypathetically speaking that is if you came with something to battle with-
I come with a semi auto I tend to tattle with-
killing foes just for the sheer pleasure of pain-
loc to the brain, distain set in my typical mind frame-
Im the chosen one like neo in the matrix-
for the future reference dont run up on a nigga willin to take your last breath-
Im mentally fucked no need for crystal meth-
it seems as tho stress is downloaded into my hard drive-
not smashin on small game-
I tear apart your town sunami high tide-
quote me son were you gone go *you can run but you cant hide*-
now dont speak cause you'll let something slip or say somethin stupid-
you cant flow go look for love *cupid*-
Im not mentally stable-
but I maintain to kill flows with a story-
makin your hits look like a fable homie-
you still a little kid creepin at night tryna jack a chromie-
Im killin this flow similar to a homerun from Jim Thome-
aint no way some one gone tell me when to stop-
thats when I dont come with words-
I reach below my waist line and pull out a glock-
haters can all eat a fuckin dick and rott in a fuckin casket-
then Ill take all your orgons and sell em on E-BAY-
100 g's for a niggas life I took away *wraped in a basket*-
Can I get some feedback yaw.. -out