I spit caustic but keep my flows aesthetic
never lose touch with my concious poetic
volcanic when i erupt, its genetic when i disrupt
its natural for me to kick butts
instinctive when i crack nuts and act cop
dont even bother to act tough
see i got a whole lot of stcked bones
dem flesh i done eaten, belly filled
many killed, C7 etched on their chest
mith my AK they're scared to get me vexed
coz i turn them to do'nuts through their bullet proof vests
so they stay away coz i'm a plague
kill en masse, but ICJ cant grag me to the hague
hate all you want you gon hate till you ache
what i got in my hands is the cake that i bake
you aint gon have none of it, so come off it
ball boys stay off the pitch,
or you get rough tackled, so ball boy, stay off my pitch!


*Eureka! I got my mojo back. drop yours now. Its the Hot 16, right here baby.*