i jab stick ya n devour fast ya thinkin ya reigns clean but when'd you shower last
its that time, fuckin fat lines gats nines i tuck n pack mine, see now thats rhyme
razors edge im on exact grind, duck you rat dime, find ya way ta ditches n flat lines
win record pushpinned on a cork board, former new york lord, dickin ya bitch up wit my pork sword
have ya watchin more bullits than mickey rourke poured, he done coach but lets stick him wit forks more
this faget cryin like the kid is spoiled im colder than a fridges coil fuck this bitch ill leave his britches soiled
meta, kid is royal, i hope ya bitch is loyal i make her britches boil all she got from you was some itchin oil
