Rascar… I hear you talkin greezy-as-fuck// Quicka than Nascar… I’ll get you smoked like trees-in –my -dutch. Rascar, you a punk groupie, about to get tossed off my Band Wagon// You’d be the Boss of rap, If hip-hop consisted of talkin slick wit ya pants-saggin. But Guess what Home-boy, there’s a lot more- to- rap//And fuck kickin that Gangsta shit// I got more- than- that. Once I post this thread… guaranteed you gon be shook-to-drop// I’ve Only been on this site for 2 weeks… and look how I shook the spot.// My flow’s butter… nigga I could cook ya block/// Did I stutter… I’ll get you popped like a crooked -cop. I got Doe –boy, from making mad noise-in-da-hood// The only time you see Dough-boy Is when you watchin Boyz-n-da-hood. (JOHN SINGLETON MOVIE)
And don’t pop shit just because we aint face to face… I got thugs everywhere, you can still get laced by the apes// Niggas will kick down your door raid ya place-n -escape. My borough aint safe, even in the parks-they-shootin// Niggas is Grimey, they’ll strip you naked like Marques- Houston. Rascar you to broke To see my chedder-dawg// So do yourself a favor and lean-back like fat-joe and the terror-squad.
TO SILVITA LIKE HO,SILENCE AND BYRD, AND ANYONE ELSE WHO AINT FEELIN THE KIDS//COME AND SEE ME…YOU ASSHOLES WON’T MAKE IT ACROSS THE BRIDGE