chiggety check my flizzow its me yosef comin back for more war and gore makin mics sore once i soar on the mic turn these hard rhymers into dikes like mike everybody wanna be like me six rings n pending put an ending last second shot ya know ya got got one eight seven on the cops cuz ya see death knocks unexpectedly thats how its supposed to be wisdom in the streets crooked i no need to lie sendin haters to the sky dt ask.why? what happened once i tell em them i stuck em buck buck em **** em throw em.up the river souls quiver when i deliver rhymes like mail no stamp or postage kick up the mostest dopest boys hope yosef is on a downfall but still i ball creep n crawl like eazy in the six tre **** what yall gotta say i got propz from 3rd coast to the LA much luv to the bay o yea im coming crazier than sling blade haters get sprayed like raid to the tombs ya go where body becomes fade and yeaa it don't stoppο»Ώ
uh while you flyin' with witches im ******' ******* with multiple riches even ya girl got her pearls tongue wrapped aroubd my hung dickkkk stickin' yo chick after i nut in her i drop her *** like a cheap brick i stick hoes like i stick my flows nothing but that raw **** that hits so hard make even the dead raise from casket tisket a tasket i got heads in a basket crazy insane in the membrane i told ya ***** im a four time veteran i can dance in the water and not get wet can ya dig it i aint talkin friends of distinction im tryna put mcs into extinction my rhymes be penchin' nerves with the verbs that curbs make reservoirs at dry spots liver than liverachi cook up lyrics like a japenese habachi sound the banchees dont ya know jalel death comes in three ****** you and whole wack rappi. family yall cant handle me im slick as rick check the tock to a tick times running out no doubt got ya sweatin' as the water tricklin' down ya check yosef eradicates weak so no need to speak uh my flows detrimental every time i lay my **** in an instrumental learn to rhyme learn to spell ***** ****** always wanna yell out loud but once i puff my cloud i pop guns make ya soul run as ya lay in a casket uncovered the shroud yea and it dont stopp cuz its 187 on a muthpahukkin flop