you cant step to me, rhymes like weaponary
but i eventually crush the times with my credentials see?
keystyle to freestyle, all the addicts on speed dail
you see piles, of pills that got me from gettin up for a while
in denial but i talk faster, with words to hault laughter
smother and covered with all the madness i call the last hit
ball, in march like madness rhymes is bat shit, tragic
look what you done,to,me killin 1,2,3 theres the hatrick
its magic, the mathmatician this is rap division
your style dont add up so bitches get back to wishin
your gone fishin, i pawn frienships, trade em for fun
i sprayed with this gun and got chased to a run
they invade when they come, im bout to lose it all
im grippin this chair im so dizzy im bout to fall
