I throw hands like E. Honda
streetfight with a pen
to the point
my fist and your face become close friends
outsiders sware on their life
they siamese twins
just as arrogant as ZIN
send foes obituaries
come with so much knowledge
i fuck in a library
I eat zombies
thats why my shits scary
always off the hook
so with it foes i carry
long distance Sprint
T-mobils my blackberry
bury you crumbs in my seat
you shittier then butt cheeks
speak in morse code
thats why i tap chins
like eskimos in the cold

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-