stil the young vet, just how i left it
came back, still got my thoughts collected
till a boss of messages, what was you expectin man
aint nun' change but the thought process but thats irrelevant
im relishing, in the cool shade of my competitive enemies
like Amazyn said frenemies, better watch my back
dont wanna' feel the pain from the stab
but i gain from the trash that they hold in their stash
death is in the air, and it taste like bass
so i fry it, my nigga you should try it you might like it
take my heart, get the chocolate, kandike it
ice it, sell it to a man hatin dike bitch
bet she'd like it if tasted like a dike did
but thats off subject, way outta' context
prolly' outta' line, but i dont stay in the margins
its hard to walk in the line in which ya walkin
cause my bars are too large, balance will fall off often
my cakset, coffin, death bed blossoms
shit lookin greener than a celtic in Boston
awsome, my mind, thought i would've lost 'em
maybe i did, but how i'm thinkin bout lost's????
haha...confused individual
naw im not the pit, im the penniacle
though i can get deeper than the pit too
all this shit i been through, all this shit i can do
will do, will Goob prove him self once again
yea, thats what Goob do!!
if i aint write it then i wont bite it
thats just the dog in me, cant even fight it
there is some flaws in my, i cant even deny it
any idea why im ill, not even the slightest
...i give a voice of reason
and the hatred is just another voice of treason
haha...well for now im leavin
and you can keep proceedin to diss my ink bitch
i'll just thow up harder than a pregnant bulimic.....