spit boxer,usein wordz to win the bout,only need one verse son to knock you out,harder than a coffin nail,and i hardly doubt,the saw is how i chop you into
bit size chow,for my pigs to bowel,digestions foul and a little bit sour,hear the teeth grind when they hit the slugs,or is that just me & E snortin the powder,
eversick&concept combine it's spellin devour, weak mcz get served greedily
by the hour,sick in the tower,im talken the head,walk wit the dead,profit the bread,till i reach a mill or get a better offer instead!.........
keep buildin ninjaz