anytime you want to actually kick a dope rhyme I'm listnen
whatever styles you bit was no meat all gristle'n
I do this ryhme thing in so many styles and positions
your rime a baby burp on ya mama shoulder at ya Christin'n
any ryma who called himself Zin no surprise he ain't spittin in
E true style, he sucks so much dick needs knee pads like volleyball
all in all stink worse than a truck stop stall
but Zin love them glory holes he carved in the wall
thinks he so man when them whore numbers he call
but run on child you can't escape
change ya plates but fax is you gonna hate
wrath that God bringin to ya and ya relate
shuns my dick shun is raw so I demonstrate
horror style on the mic when I incinerate
a napalm son, you think you fuck but you masturbate
I make war make love, and you can't relate