fuck a rhyme whore with boards that be 4x4
nine inch nailz deadin bodies so fraile they crack like shells on snails
i get wet like paracites that ride on the backs of whales
drinkin from the grail.....cause Concept gets ill yo
ya tom foolery aint foolin me i decrypted the divici code
my heart is minus 50 degrees of cold
hearted like cardiac arrest
bless the mic while suckin the breathe out ya chest
lace the cess
with the most rugged drug that penetrates skullz like slugz
slow off top but kill the writtens that busts ya mugz
hot as hell on fire wit spit fire aimed at thugz atire
imma perspire....cause i bead bitches pours
got ya open like raw infected soars smothered in sars
back lash the computer graph and split atoms in half
"When I die bury me with the LO on...
Official to the death for all eternity and so on"
Lo Down & Dirty
" WASTED ON THE USUAL WIT MOM DUKES WAITIN ON THE FUNERAL"
"MY MOUSTACHE LIKE ADOLFS"-Ghostface