>It's been awhile...
>
>It's like that balla boss, strike that, call the dogs/
>Sting Shakeet, flingin' heat, I fight back with Molotovs/
>Cooked and tossed on the butcher's block, man, you're dead
>meat/
>Red letters embedded in the center of your head piece/
>Tangled in the bed sheets, I'm the smooth revivalist/
>The "Soul Scientist" should just give up this whole rhymin'
>stint/
>Time to quit, my main man, your lame hands can't grip a mic/
>Your eyes like dinner plates as I incinerate you, little tyke

new hear, hear 4 tha battles n' suff

You have gall enough to stall and bluff but molotovs? man call it off
I'll stab your fucking labro-puppies jabbin, cutting canine flesh
Sever sparky's collar never bark and holler this lever starts the maulin' stay quite fresh
Forever dark and all too desolate, lettin' rip my steadfast grip I shank hazzard
I rape lathered state standards break bastards make hazz a blank tablet like hank gathers,
you bleed away potential do you need to stay so menstrual and feed on gay folks spent flows?
Your animalia phylum is the same as a pylon in st. Hazzard avenue,
I laugh at you, why don't you try rappin', foo