@Bambino,
when pen hits pad or paper its like im armed with GATS and LABOR
WEAPONRY is my WORK, step to me you need nerves
eff the peace now you feel hurt, BUTT heavenly hell i set FIRE to HERBS
yo HOT ASS is GRASS, you cant match my top MASSES of GASES cause im HEAVLY ACTIVE
i REACT to and attack you and your ELEMENTS
end you and send you to heaven, you heaven sent cause ever since
i put away and dropped my innosence
i've been a devil since i was messin with pencils and drawin elephants
thats my rememberance at sucha young age startin with all the MILLIONS ive EMBEZZLED in
cause im the type that'll STEAL the GREEN right outta ya pocket whore
so lock ya doors latch um shut cause i'll never open a up a phantom slut
that's just askin for suicide eh, so do as i say
dont sleep on me, pleez dont snooze away
GALLOP across the CALENDAR so SKIP like Buellers DAY
bazookas and tape chooses your fate
so i dont wanta here no poppin off at your mouth
how you're so awesome and how ya were found
cause frankly i dont buy a single ounce of that bull ****
gotcha freaked out with yo beak out at these foamin lips
whoa bitch, watch where yo PHONE SITS
cause if ya havent noticed i wont hesitate to CALL you out when im SITTIN here
make ya career disapear i say that as if you even had one
im just itchin to shatter you in fragments its easy as muggin
i got bitches and faggots fleein and runnin when they see me comin
so i must be somethin, dont gimme that look like you're mad at me
blame it on the music, so **** you for baggin me
so lets go back to the beat