With the street shit I'm number 1, second to none
when weapons is spun, ye head is done, severed and gunned
Lyrically I got my face on money like presidents
More present then present tence wrapped in a present then
expose your shit, implode my lips
blast like clips to ya ribs rippin ya shit
my spitting is sick, I got the witness protection
the sickness infection, morphine intestines
memory supression, detection depression
cause I gotta kill another fucker for a lesson
keep you guessin, when I'm gonna kill you next
Ifill the text with life, so you feel my breath
I'll peel your chest with my nails, drink the blood in pails
hammer hands to ya heart, till my fingers sail
I so broke, I'll rob a baby for their pinky ring
then amputee her mommy rape her body, pawn her bling
Cause I don't give a fuck, I need some food on my plate
abusing is late, using you like spewin booze when it's late
Living life is a struggle when I drown in some puddles
brought down with rebuttles, and apollo space shuttle
tell me you have it made, I'll rape you next
wear your skin as a costume and take your checks....