One round I'm getting old...
Battling in the House of Wishes, Milk these Riches,
Go head Kill these Fishes, you Will seem Vicious,
I'm back Feel these Disses, feeling Guilty Bitches?
Dusk couldn't Fill these Britches, Filthy Dishes,
Bodies found in Lakes Washed Up like Dinner Plates,
Now I got my bodies Notched Up with Swimmer Weights,
Don't Grin or Shake Hands with a Man thats Living Fake,
Innovate, It's Cake to Make your Precision Break,
Give a Fuck I Kill Pawns, Rap Past Dusk Till Dawn,
Write Up Thrill Songs, and the Beats is Still On,
Equivalent to a Sun Set, Frivolent always Unset,
No right, so he Run Left, Dumb Wet, get Gun Checked,
Got a Bum Rep, your girl screaming, "Don't Cum Yet!"
I Confess, only One Press, before she Undressed,
Young Pest, I spit flows you get your Tongue Wet,
Punctured lung death, You think you could Son Tek?
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986