>hey barbie what u want a peace of me
>your a peace of hard candy unwraped and waiting 2 be
>licked yo flow sucks half way house latch key
>kids gripping al corn state stores
>chillie willie chill it's only quarter shores
>and doors close yo liquid is froze
>therefore intro is solid but it ain't no rock
>attitude cocky like rocky welcome to cleveland hocky
>lumber jacks clubber lane grind locks mr. T beating the clock
>knocking punchlines sounds bronchitis full
>of rhonchi i spit sputum in eyes of
>phalaris iron bulls belly
>wear your burning taost
>scraped darkest but steal can't taste jelly
>on k coles tummy
>keep it up runny
>nose sydrome
>stuporous mind state
>city mission
>to go on
>of the top

you garbage Freedom, you suck, and i ain't talkin bout skills
You in a pickle, so keep it kosher, I ain't talkin bout dills
I'm no frills like that government cheese, brother please
stop the nonsense, I bring ya conscience to its knees
I freeze haters in they tracks, its the gator on attack
I took ya heart from ya chest, now hater...get it back!!!
I'm a loose cannon, I spit alphabet soup, like pap-oose
Ya heart pump sucka, so if I cut-ya, you a bleed whack-juice...