when I hear you do ur music leaves my ears forever serverd
makes me wish i'm hellen keller
so I never have to hear-you whining and complaining
think your too good for your blood huh, you can die in vein then
i'm changing rearranging the way the games portrayed in
i callin blue book trade in,
cause me and rap have a prearranged marriage,
my parents set it up when I was two
cause they knew my voice was louder than a million decibals
and hell if you think you can do
anything to stop me from - doing what I gotta do
my bitch must think she's saturn if she's hoping for a ring
boy you ain't even a captain--let alone a king
I bring the fire to the match, fluid chemically unmatched
even a fuckin flame thrower couldn't light up after that
hell naw
get your adrenaline up and your fuckin blood pumping
cause we bout to blow up something and turn into nothing-motherfuckers
