Leave haters faces crinkled like stiff leather
B Cos I leave you in stiches like his sweaters,
Till I grip bills too thick for 22 yard sticks to measure
Crazy hot Arabia in july weather
Spit things like planes fly without feathers
All in on all tracks like every alphabet letter
Fight for the title like the top contender, not to mention, the champs no competition, hos flock like pigeons, leave em hyped like snow sniffing, flows so different, rhyme right through rythems, change the light you view life in like putting white light through a light blue prizm, lock tighter than prisons, leave critics itching for more like crack whores in the fetal position in there connections kitchens,
Truck like expiditions,
Stretch your vision like goggles, Jack n Coke with the x in till I begin to role like models,
Handsome so the same make there thangs pop like bottles,
Flow like nozzles on fire hose, couldn’t be hotter with on fire clothes,
Cant deny the high with any disguise, my eyes know,
But I suppose, I should go, Norman Bates Physco,
I kill all these wack rappers, back packers, slacker mcs, and ICP sideshows.