@Wrathe,
pen, pad and a beat, is all i need
cookin up a flow, like chef boyardi
step to me and bow down to my royalty
chose to not, i knock out all ya teeth
see me on ya block, i see all ya'll flee
pop ya top, blue and red is all ya see
check the poetry, check my flow-a-tree (flowetry)
so hungover, 'dont **** on me'
or get punched in the gut ill have ya throwin up g
hoe trust me, dont even try to one up me
i got enuff anger in my roots to where i can throw a tree
you dont wanna run up me, cause ill pull a peice
shoot ya first, the witnesses, then all the popolice
so no one sees, strip ya to ya breifs, in the street
fall to ya knees, have ya bleedin and seen in ya own undies
my style is so uxtreme (extreme), fuckun beast, and yours is just justin biebs
