Line em up, line em up, For the fresh cut, Guillotine the scene, Its blood on the screen, The man with the mask, Just made the another cask, Closed, with a framed picturez Couldn't escape the hitter, Bitter critter Adolf Hitler, With my tactics, Nolan Ryab pitcher, All strikes no hits, When ya step up, to the clique We running it, 90s back in this bitch, Bad as the Detriot b-boys, Starched shirts with the corduroys, Drugs four fifths, packed with me, In the days of insanity, Thought the streets would make, A man of me, Until i joined the army, Sniper mentality, battlefield locality, Saw many tragedy, no feels of agony, When penetrating an enemy, Necks is slit, another cut, from the gutt to the butt, Pig assassin, snipes with out the blasting, Cartilage thick, like money and choas mixed, Another batch, from the basement hatched, Out a rhyme, and suckas know the time, I threw away my library card, when they upped the charge, Brawler of the mind crawler, Thoughts is creepin, Of another emcees, catching the sweepin, Deep within, Everyday living, the seven deadly sins, The eighth is a friendly one, Revenge looking ruby red, Locked in on the voices that said, Matrix bitches, Stuck in a pose, a beautiful rose, Stuck out like Dorothy, or Monroe, Marilyn, Guzzle that, shots of gin, Spotlights hot, golden voice, With the beats to blend, Suckas pretend, They get next, but to their roads ya end, This aint no boys to men, grown man child, Observed the wild, check the tiger prowl, Fermented white dust, Dixie chicks love the black dick, Sorry for that verse, Its just apart, of the curse, Many methods to clans, understand, I stay positioned, hitting Plots with commission, Take over the rap spot, Thats the ambition,
Take it back to the island Making things happen like stanton Wack emcees,get attacked Heads hacked Don't step Might get ya neck slit Mufuckas catching wreck Ya might see rebel ins swinging through like I'm the man Or ya neighborhood spiderman
Sorter drunk n high off skunk Blesse wit Lyrical touch Pen n pad, Led to a Mansion In UMass Use to get fuked up n shit face Now I just get buzz grab a loose leaf write 3 16s then stash ina briefcase for keepsake Never been a cheapskate Shared my richess, Like late great big n them 357 bitches. Copt a 64 just to hit switches Snatch a broomstick off them Eastwick bitches Never did time too busy on the grind. Can't see it for myself, I'm thinking amusing wealth Enhancing self Traveling w/ same suitcase I'm struggling Cake cake cake cake cake Sounds like my kinda taste Can't stand bitches n Niklas who flake Too real for phony n fake Shit I spark Too loud not to smell up the place.
