you a white boy taking chances
like russian roullette with a full clip
spray your monitor with your brainstrips
barefoot I balance on nails, on another tip
"niggas vote" is an oxymoron,
battle or war, i let world see the consequences,
salivah quenches social brains when i start spitting
size up cause your shoes to me ain't fitting,
couldn't share a stage with me Iced or Stoned Age
i'm on a rocking chair reading your rhymes
as a testimony whack to the peeps in old age
if you old school get a heart attcak and meet the lord
squash beef have you minced meat you boere wors,
like a machine no brain lotta torque
and alot of talk
kidnap and have you gagged with a black hobbos sock,
