im a addict for fully automatic words
that gather herbs
you worried bout no static from a gat thats colored black and squirts
you rats get hurt
snitch and disappear
cant go back to work
your always tryin to change your face like texas chainsaw massacre
my raps occured
so preciously
they sound so nice see
theyll sweep you off your feet like a floor thats wet and icy
the right beat puts me in a state thats hypnotizing
the only way to go is let your ears hear and eyes see
i wisely throw words together like a childs diary
im dirty like mechanic hands
a "good-year" never tires me
ill fire three, verses that will make you run and hide the
bitch thats under all those clothes just to cover the wire see
the real hiphop industry's the only one that hired me
i serve the illest words
and i got a full supply of these
im priceless like mastercard so you can never buy me
you hear the way i drop these lines
thats how you know im grimey