if y'all Sick, then IM-DYING//
the typa new rap gen be back on a new year...
y'all know i'm soaring the skiez coz I'M-FLYING//
RHYME SCHEME??// na dudez INTEL sick to a point that each i drop
i leave ur rap on MIME'S-DREAM// chumpz "stakes" on DIME-SCREAMZ//
man i'm like **Bruce Willis** in Rap, coz i got *DIE-HARD* FANS//,
Money making PLANS//, word-play and punz just to generate RANDS//,
if i be PRO, i'm HOT u not//
y'all be like white men in Zim, coz u losing a **PLOT**//,
not the sickest, the cruelest, straight from the coolest,
Nasty Bloem Katt 4 life//
i'm not only winning battles but i also hit brickz, shoot to kill and stealing ur wife//.
like a hot KNIFE-THRU-MAGARINE//
i'm penetrating weak kuntz,
and leave 'em beggin 4 mercy each time i take ur
LIFE-THRU-MAGAZINE//
jst a free for ma MAN SARC,
i'mma QOUTE, SOX on this one "COMPARED TO ME Y'ALL LIKE A REPLICA"
i'mma cut both ur arms jst top beat you **HANDS DOWN**