you say your popping off shots hustling on the block
but you couldn't sell rock if rap was a sandbox
back to the sandlot so you can swing for the fences
you got what kind of glock? please unscramble your sentence
its confirmed by his look he stinks and hes fake
watch this worm get a hook then i sink him in the lake
your predictive shit written's got no cadence or rhythm
shout your words like a lion i hear the purr of a kitten
dont come near my position stay back and envision
what you shouldv'e done you fuckin suck slit your wrist and listen
while his final moments chosen so he can be seen slippin
i whisper words where curses lurk to kill the opposition
your body rocked by voltage shock i am the electrician
elected by the mis fits i'm sending new transmissions
i'll get all crews to come diss you while we break bread and smoke
we'll piss in the grave all damn day until the casket floats