I snort more shit than it was goin’ outta sytle / my steez is to tip over tha vial ‘n’ snort up tha pile/ cryst-al to cocaine by tha half-8th / quarter-grams up my nasal, my azure optics change like hazel/ able-bodied Caucasoid, whale shipments weighed on digital scales / I talk with a raspy voice/ happy to meetcha, air smoky from tha cheeba / razor blade cut tha nick-nacs, quarters ‘n’ dimes, drunk off a quart of wine / I’m seein’ double, ruffle my plumage / in tha cipher, you bitch-ass ninjaz’ pussies get humid ‘n’ start leakin’ / any MC from any known region get beaten till they’re quadripalegic / their talks’ tha cheapest, no wonder they ‘ve had low self-esteem since prepubescence / ignorant ‘n’ ugly as fuck, my thoughts molest ‘em / suited up in a double-breasted Kevlar vest, armed to tha neck with a full metal jacket, semis splash my vestige…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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