Take my advice, or youll pay the price,
You got three strikes out like the price is right,
Like some MSI, man you bite my rhymes,
At a 90 degree angle you couldnt write no lines,
Slice your temporal sines, induce you into comatose,
Call me cancer hands, I got melanoma flow,
Already blew up, like pop rocks and soda pop,
Released multiple singles while you hope to drop,
And while I scope the cops, you straight huggin the block,
I put the nine to ya ass like you fuckin my glock,
Starin at me in complete awe struck and in shock,
This is a deal gone wrong, man bucks for the rock,
Now just turn back and walk away, nothin will go wrong,
6 feet under the football field, man I go long,
And its so wrong, how your death is getting prolonged,
So I roll up and smoke you somethin like the dros gone...