i got a pistol in my pocket,
a bible in hand-
i tried to talk to dem bustas,
but they don't understand-
i'm here ta put the law to 'em,
but i'm only one man-
but i'm a lyrical anomoly,
wit visions and plans-
my intelectual accomplishments,
surpass any scheme-
and my vocabulary holds weight,
crushin ya team-
you hoes ain't nuthin,
just dustmites cought in my springs-
and i'm the iron lung...trick..
wait till i breath-
a yo i'm so good at this rap ish*, I destroy you while i'm on the toilet, readin the paper. and yeah, i just made this up. if you want the illist indie rapper go here, buy this-
http://www.thedeenajamesco.com
i'll teach ya momma how to ryme **without cussin*
