ill pop off like demolitions, cars & collisions
attackin like bitches seems to be ya'll omissions,
switch positions & i'd be a pussy too if i looked like you,
baitin ho's like fish, i tackle box & they get cooked right too,
ya herpes type two,while im sittin clean as a whistle,
step too close get burned like the barrel of my pistol,
so keep off the grass less you plan on buying,
if ya plan on spyin' with ya iris my fist will fly in,
knock your pupils, through ya oblong Medula
dont let the smile fool ya,i'd love to blood pool ya