I’m the asthmatic enemy of god, the classic rap addict, a slob, eatin chips and pizza, realer than a realistic fiction book on diction, cause we are the best at what we do, like the zodiac, read a note of attack, question the motive, but never lax back, just relax at that, smack dat ass and cough the rasp, not the respect of real hip hop heads, fuck the feds, don’t search my shit, you’ll only find shreds of what was and what is, my old life and my two dead kids, stashed in the celler, like sarah michelle geller, nah not hellen keller, she can’t speak, nor see, but she can feel you when you bleed, all over her shoes, she’ll kill you quick, with the swiftness of ninja, she’ll lynch ya, like the murder of willy mcgee, with the flurries of bee’s, stingin you in you eye, can’t you see? no lie, homie, you best believe.

im the asthmatic enemy of god, i’m killin everyone thats a head nod, so with tip of your hat, lay back and except the quality and solidarity of all that

we pickin it up again, we’re rollin it up my friend, pass the blunt, no stuntman mike, yeah i fucks with dykes, i don’t care, they can ride my bike, if not fuck em, straight up blood suck em, under the bed, tuck em, like tucker max, beer laced with lax-itives, quick inquisitive, a lizard lives, the king of nothing gives, everything to somebody, no hobby, just passion and patient waiting in the hobby, there’s no stopping me, i’m like the T-2, you can’t rock with me, rocky steady, the beats heavy, the fights sweaty, like a boxing match, step in the ring and with your back on the mat, there’s no stopping what can’t be stopped, so stop hip-hopping what can’t be bought, don’t get caught, unless you’re planning on being big billy’s bitch, no don’t snitch, you’ll leave early, but you’ll get clipped quick, so best start suckin on that dick, cause this is your new home, so close, but not too far gone