I sat back a while took a chance to hone my skill now im str8 prone to kill
bitch u know im real with verbs that will set ur fuckin bones to chill
i hope u finally hav gotten ur fony fill
or fill of fonies cuz from now im slayin wack mc's only
those who slick words are lonely lacking the flow rythm and rhyme of those who drove deep
and found a place to salvage the lost and decayed verbs and predicates of another day
when us poets had no rhymes to say when poe was the only guy we'd play
so now the sky looks down disgraced at what we've become. apart of a lost race
what was the cost ace, for you to make urself hot in this last pawns play
so let ur fuckin jaws stay dont drop them as i let these damn flaws delay
save them for another time when my paws dont fillet cuz no ones perfect not even this damn DOn of GRace