taliban tactics like I fell got up and ran-backwards.//
tripped over my own ankles cracked my curranium and went straight to hell afterwards.//
patience held until I was a patient of Dr.Kavorkien against my own free will.//
I ain't wanna die, I sniff this much coke for the nose bleed, fuck pills.//
my lucks killed, I can't seem to have enough skill to claim I touch steel.//
and my silver startin' ta rust, I guess it's not real.. but this glocks real.//
and this cocks real, cock both back, which one ya-wanna suck, both bust ill.//
one feels good, the other just kills.. trust? what the fuck is that?//
when your best friend who you thought you could trust fucks your girl the second you turn your back?//
if that's trust, then trust me, 'cause I ain't care who's bitch she is, I'm-a still tap that ass till my nuts bleed.//
these cuffs free, but not me when I'm in these cuffs it means I'm gone for a minimum of 3.//
livin' up on "block C".. you on "A" so you P.C... hopin' you don't get transfered and see me.//
I'll have you bent over the rice bag so fast your ass'll feel like you tried to drop a log that can't pass.//
I ain't a fag, but locked up, I just want what I can't have, a warm hole down a bitches pants.//...yeah right..
yeah, like fuck I'm like that, I just jack off with your nike hat, your wife ain't write you, 'cause she's writing me back.//
which is ignitin' these raps, and all the spite in these tracks,//
fake bitch, you drinkin' "sprite" just 'cause "J.Y.D." has, in hopes you'll be PHAT instead of Laughed at for being wack.//
you trailer trash like me, why you try'n ta be black.. I guess it's part of your american herritage the way slim raps.//
you an apparent embarrasment like a catholic heretic declaring marriage isn't fair, fuck it--> just fuck the bitch.//
let her suck this dick for punishment, repent your sins, like holy water when I nut-in-this.//
your style nothin' but a fuckin' lisp, why you frontin'? you know BLUNT's tha shit.//
you just loosin' another lap when you up and run those lips.//