I'll be here when tha Trouble Comes there will be no Struggle Son
let them Juggle Dumb spit it out tha pop charts are Bubble Gum
I am slim if yur talking Body Type distorting views like Foggy Night
who needs a fucking copyright this is me u don't have a Copy Right
we'll see who has tha Sickest Scam it probably won't be Gifted Man
thats like letting a Witness Stand what's hot not there Buisness Plan
no ones Rich Enough to Give It Up I expose this and my Skin Crawls Less
I hear Evil Lying like there not People Dying please don't Involve Death
as part of yur Gimmick all u fakes are Finished yur flames Extinguished
my stuffs off Limits I let them know tha truth so u can call me a Cynic
I let my mind Tell Me Things so yur forced to stomach me like a Belly Ring
boneless like Deli Wings yur not a "man of war" I don't think yur Jelly Stings
yur way Past Soft in all reality it's Raps Loss but u bitch's won't Back Off
u don't know what Skill Is I'm Still Swift but I'll do what u do and Act Lost