ya'll cross dressin, lesbians, only wish you'd b-boys...
but you couldn't pop lock with a set of burglary toys/
I'm murdering noise, and ya purgery, proves to be rude
so you gettin castrated like a movie review/
i'll stir a place of murder rate upset ya fake aim
like oprah at a buffet, i'm always first to steak claim/
ya snakes still, so my whole puprose is to break will
and that's why moe got's more unneeded beef then faith hill/
have faith i'll stay a pain in ya neck, untill ya slice ya jugular vein
and smuggle remains, to a remote place for you to mutter in vane/
like dirt turns to mud in the rain, your blood transform ya
i'm stashin bodies like a senator from california/
ah man I had to warn ya, have no moral decay
i stay on the street, like peeps that ain't affordin the rates/
moe's droppin' wait on ya chest, like a flat breasted chick
it's disasterous shit, i'm bout as sav as it gets/
bad as the jects, anyone can talk on havin a tech
but how many throw they fists, when it happens to get/
a lil hectic, but fools if pathetic if ya ask me
i'm outta site like night time in a forest full of black trees/
relax please, cus i'm have to tax these wackcees
that aptly, step into my zone, and get they tracks squeezed/
to sediment, it's evident, that i obliverate foes
straight pimpin lines, like mack marches to liberate hoes/
incinerate better weed then anybody in your crew yo
ask GOD... i blow more smoke then pinatubo/
my vibe pierces metal through the chest like janet
my plan is turn ya to water like 8/10ths of our planet/
the rides intense, so expect to be, planted to ya seat,
like dinner for the obese, i'm phantom of the streets/
...insanity plea... quick sand or the sea
i git... fans in the street, and buy a mansion for peeps/
while you dancin to beats... that sound like hanson on speed
experience... a hardaway to life like anfreenees seed/
i know you candidly seek... another man to be freak
so you might as well just nail ya fuckin hands to ya feet/
that's nasty...
i fire off the top
like pepsi commercials, featuring the king of pop/
but you couldn't pop lock with a set of burglary toys/
I'm murdering noise, and ya purgery, proves to be rude
so you gettin castrated like a movie review/
i'll stir a place of murder rate upset ya fake aim
like oprah at a buffet, i'm always first to steak claim/
ya snakes still, so my whole puprose is to break will
and that's why moe got's more unneeded beef then faith hill/
have faith i'll stay a pain in ya neck, untill ya slice ya jugular vein
and smuggle remains, to a remote place for you to mutter in vane/
like dirt turns to mud in the rain, your blood transform ya
i'm stashin bodies like a senator from california/
ah man I had to warn ya, have no moral decay
i stay on the street, like peeps that ain't affordin the rates/
moe's droppin' wait on ya chest, like a flat breasted chick
it's disasterous shit, i'm bout as sav as it gets/
bad as the jects, anyone can talk on havin a tech
but how many throw they fists, when it happens to get/
a lil hectic, but fools if pathetic if ya ask me
i'm outta site like night time in a forest full of black trees/
relax please, cus i'm have to tax these wackcees
that aptly, step into my zone, and get they tracks squeezed/
to sediment, it's evident, that i obliverate foes
straight pimpin lines, like mack marches to liberate hoes/
incinerate better weed then anybody in your crew yo
ask GOD... i blow more smoke then pinatubo/
my vibe pierces metal through the chest like janet
my plan is turn ya to water like 8/10ths of our planet/
the rides intense, so expect to be, planted to ya seat,
like dinner for the obese, i'm phantom of the streets/
...insanity plea... quick sand or the sea
i git... fans in the street, and buy a mansion for peeps/
while you dancin to beats... that sound like hanson on speed
experience... a hardaway to life like anfreenees seed/
i know you candidly seek... another man to be freak
so you might as well just nail ya fuckin hands to ya feet/
that's nasty...
i fire off the top
like pepsi commercials, featuring the king of pop/
