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 f**in' rock this I'll make you f**in' drop it n***a don't got my knowledge You like a blonde in college I spit lyrics to get yo weak a** rhymes abolished Why you caint that job Kessels don't take no slobs You'll get it f**in' robbed 'cause yous a weak n***a 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 p**y 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 (n***a) Verse 2:(Aslo) I'ma k**a for real You don't know Makin' scrilla for real This child is so lonely Lynx and Nyce on some sh** Chaos they f**in' wit This maf' be makin' hits I popped and gunned my wits Ace you jus a jack I be's a f**in' 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 n***a this game's too tough You might jus give on up I'm da pimp, you da s*ut b**h keep ya mouf shut Y'all muthaf**as broke 'Kaos' a f**in' joke Don't make me reapproach I'll slit ya f**in' 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 n***a you da p**y licka I jump for dicks You jump for dicks You aint a p**y hitta n***a you soft as f** Up in gay n***as bu*t Ask me a question what I'll show you what's been up