callin out gays defeats the purpose of spittin vain
some dames... talk shit, catch mud stains, leave face laced wit blood rain
some day... but for now you cant escape fate, as long as im awake
my funeral is just a fake wake, until the day of my calling
but the day of my calling, proceeds the day of your falling
let me catch the word flow and give warning to foe's
and i'll shit on his name like a porcelain bowl
brain grown...your the alleged victim of a crazed mind
know im down to murda ya boyz jus to save mine
leave ya rhyme dead stopped like a tamed lion
grips thrivin and veins pumpin, ready to start lumpin
Sonik's heart thumpin lips quivereing, stuttering, wondering,
when i'll start delivering, catching the imprint of fitted rings
on a flushed grill....pissed on his kicks, and still his nuts filled
this is gut skill only nouning and verbin
you suck imagine what the fuck would happen in person
you from england you hurtin, but u want more dude
dont forget how the states saved u in world war 2
its alright man dont get heated jus take the beatin
ya fate is creepin, steadily and ya falling deep kid
a newbie jus beat ya ass, like the 13 Colonies did
