man some of the things that flow thou my head when im wrightin
crushin these rocks like there pebbles im twice ur size a fukin titan, thro u a welfare ceremony, u low cheap son of a bitch ur a phonie
u and ur family can blow me, homie, we gotz u on paper in documents
got pictures and finger prints, its hard to beleave all the sighnificance
u left us all sorts of radome hints, of ur past and ur existance
i knew that from the first sighn of u rambling on that ur just a punk
if u continue to persue, the fukin out dated issue, u'll end up in a trunk
its not a joke its a statement, find ur way out of another perdicament, now dont take this to personal but ur rymes r preastoric
like ur livin outta cave and ur only source of light is a candlewhick
dont think to quick, i'll let u in on the trick, its quite sick, metamorphic
its how uve grown to be a potencial criminal, and wat u do finatial, this shits about the mighty dollar and its all contentanetal
all the sabliminals, u can stay awake and try to calculate
the pattern in the numbers to determine ur fate
but then it just may be to late, dont hesitate, its not one of ur traits, u'll be shook outta ur mind and begin to panic, rushin here'n there in a frantic,
better check urself u might end up in the Atlantic
tight to a boulder, dust that blood of ur shoulder
its only gonna get colder, every year u get older, besides all that use live on the other side of the world
like u think that im gonna waste my fukin breath
on pushovers who arent gonna make it newhere other then death
diggin ur way out of debt, u better bet, that extra dollar bill, it could work wounders for ur family when u pass em ur will
fuk yo i was born to kill, fakes like u and who ever realates
u can count on one thing tho i'll hunt thro all worthless states
to find peeps that hate, on me cause i tell a joke, im out from here so next meal u eat dont choke