lyrical AK,killing the black ravens of the state
Your day aint today,you're like Squirting,you're Fake
My mind and my pen are bomb creators
I work my hands on the paper very well,better than masturbators
see,i dont fight simple,i kill people
every rhyme of me is like gold,if i was a ring i would be the precious of smigol
Playing with me is just like playin your dick
play me a little more,and my mouth rhymes will spit
I dont need weed to get high,i have music
you want it bad or not,cold or hot,now choose it
When you die and you go to heaven
make a freestyle in front of Biggie and Pac
you will realize that im not the only one that call you wack