be tense check ya hidden defense mechinism, there's nothing special about trash rap
I'm past that, I'm on tha fast track, 2 smash back, and watch u explode like a blast cap
walk 2 tha edge, stop please jump, damn, I guess u never really got me punk
I cover drops like a juggernaut, heres a grenade, my recipe calls 4 body chunks
this is a pleasure post, u were never dope, when I run out, give him my last ounce
u think rain is sane bitch, now I know yur brainless, it's whats inside that counts
that makes u a hollow shell, but what u call flow spells, u can swallow well at a small hotel
son yur invisible lines and miserable rymes, means nobody's looking 4 u, like yur in waldo's hell
that last punch was referring 2 wheres waldo just so u know