FREAKY JASON BATTLIN ME WILL LEAVE U DEAD LIKE AN AL-QAEDA FREE-MASON.
QUIT QUOTIN SNOOPS LAY LOW SONG,, N BORROWIN LINES.
My crew puff lye, anyone test the $pana must die//
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?'//
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa//
Pass the pasTa, Like Pun Said,,"You ain't even in my clasa"//
I hate a actor that plays a rapper//
I'm SomalinetZ beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper//
Grand imperial college material insane criminal//
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral//
I reign subliminal inside your visual//
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical//
I'll appear in your dreams, like Most Faraax's do, no kidding you//
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you//
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid//
out of Xamar, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
I'm even better than before, iller metaphors
Killers bet it all on $pana, cause one verse, dead em all ( Yo Crew).
Ps,, dont get Offended, Get on the floor and Get Bended//