Long time since i posted a rhyme, hell, most o tha time I dunno if I`m..Posin as fine,
or bein real. See i feel it`s tha emcee in me that seeks the seal of approval,
I`ve provin in the past when I Spew at someone`s raps it`s their fun-e-ral
"Phew-no-kill", the 5 lives of survivin rivals cried as the biased post were counted
I`m the most astoundin lyricist in da list of killed n dissed visitin this bitch!
Ur witnissin the rich, tasty flow that makes me known as TrShady`s Pro,
I`ll cease your gravy flow, clog you like globule`s o' glue in ur knob, U Fool!
Stop U, pool your blood, spill it like Flood`s fillin houses to the second floor,
Get ya whore, violate her, slice n rape her till it`s arms n legs galore!
So arm n check ya door, cos i`m comin with guns in knives to play some games
I say no names, but I was tipped off, I was suspicious of my ears of flames
Years of claims behind me back, sublimely wack 2 faced cunt,
You act you hate spunk, Queer punk, you down it like wine in a beer mug!
This rhyme is a bear hug, breakin your spine, slippin discs n takin your pride
Makin more strides for lyricism than athleticism after twenny four miles,
Plenty more rhymes in side my mind ready for dispatchin,
But, got hit the sack fast, Rap`s taxin when your deprived the sleep needed for this action