by Edge » Dec 17th, '09, 05:40
no need to hit u with the boston curse, simply ’cause ur worse
prepare for ur herse, kill u and i aint even saw ur verse
keep fuckin with me and get a red shirt to match ya red socks
Shirts red from the bullets of ten glocks, as the clock tocks
just know i leave more holes than Crocs, ul b wetter than boat docks
Ur gunna need a doc, and a miracle to save u
u quote that ur style aint free? Well no1s gunna pay u
Time for me to slay u, and lay u to sleep
permanently, cause when an opponent starts beef
Im the one to end shit, so don’t make a peep
Make sure to keep, my name off of ur vocal chords
U barely impress ur local horde, I am raps new focal lord
be the best you can be, and if thats not good enough for people... than fuck em