Verse 1:(Xylonite)
I'ma catastrophy to yo league
I put bullets in yo chest
To make yo holes bleed
Blood spillin' out yo sockets
Full of lint in yo pockets
Don't make me fuckin' rock this
I'll make you fuckin' drop it
Nigga don't got my knowledge
You like a blonde in college
I spit lyrics to get yo weak ass rhymes abolished
Why you caint that job
Kessels don't take no slobs
You'll get it fuckin' robbed
'cause yous a weak nigga wit no crew to work fo' ya
And Nice'll get that 5.0 to search fo' ya
And Spin put out the hurts fo' ya
I'm payin' all my scrill
To take out that Oldsmobile
I'll make you known fo' real
Might not involve the drills
But it will get you there
Tell Tia to braid ya hair
It might not look good
But it'll give you that pussy glare
Don't take his to offence
Pin you up to the fence
You makin' mad cream
This only happens in yo dreams
But not mine I'ma be rollin' in that limousine
And why you at it
Was ya mouf out wit Listerine
It'll make ya breath smell betta
Make yo rhymes smoove like leather
Try to predict my weather
(Nigga)
Verse 2:(Aslo)
I'ma killa for real
You don't know
Makin' scrilla for real
This child is so lonely
Lynx and Nyce on some shit
Chaos they fuckin' wit
This maf' be makin' hits
I popped and gunned my wits
Ace you jus a jack
I be's a fuckin' spade
I slice, slash, and make cuts
Like razor blades (uh...)
Lucky I'm nice enough
Slightly percise enough
I might jus dice ya up
Milk you to fill my cup
Nigga this game's too tough
You might jus give on up
I'm da pimp, you da slut
Bitch keep ya mouf shut
Y'all muthafuckas broke
'Kaos' a fuckin' joke
Don't make me reapproach
I'll slit ya fuckin' throat
T.Jones and X.Broach'll
show y'all what ch'all in fo
I'll cut ya tires
Touch ya wires
Break ya windows
We sit and make mobs
Y'all sit wit no jobs
We even and y'all odd
We turn y'all heads like knobs
I'm da supa kicka
Nigga you da pussy licka
I jump for dicks
You jump for dicks
You aint a pussy hitta
Nigga you soft as fuck
Up in gay niggas butt
Ask me a question what
I'll show you what's been up