I peeped that nigga out the corner of my eye at first
I know he saw me seeing him
something in his eyeball said fear and I can sense that you know
he made his way to the other end of the platform so it seemed
but in the last car cant nobody hear you scream
I made my way 3 2 last car
there was a hint of izm in the air sharpened my senses
and the angle I had on him now he knew his end was near
I’m on him timberlands first
let you teeth hit the bench like these blows came down from the universe
two handed cranium joints I’m giving and some lefts past the dolex
make a nigga wonder what’s gonna happen next
I know he saw me seeing him
something in his eyeball said fear and I can sense that you know
he made his way to the other end of the platform so it seemed
but in the last car cant nobody hear you scream
I made my way 3 2 last car
there was a hint of izm in the air sharpened my senses
and the angle I had on him now he knew his end was near
I’m on him timberlands first
let you teeth hit the bench like these blows came down from the universe
two handed cranium joints I’m giving and some lefts past the dolex
make a nigga wonder what’s gonna happen next
What he done did
Why this nigga doing me
Why this nigga high nooning me
And the passengers in the car they just ignored
As I put on the hurting
Boom boom boom It seemed like each blow was working
My ferouciuosness was animalistic
Percise in execution
Im thinking kill kill kill
And all this nigga could do is yell chill
Take that for perpetuating negative types in stereo form
For putting potholes in my lawn
For having no rhyme skills
For having no rhyme skills
You wish you could go to Sam Ash and cop some rhyme skills
There ain’t no manual
So Im a hand you all these
Floats and stings like butter flies and bees
Bear witness to this punishment
Your suffering shall be immence
For not giving a fuck for indifference
Damn I hate you for that the most
For treating my sister like a ho
Why I aughta snuff you right here
Put two in ya like they did my man dwayne
For being more that what he was
He caught two in the brain
And I know you to blame
Hell I know you the reason
Well ima be the trial judge and jury and you going
Up for treason
Run your goose
Run your gortext
Run your egotistical
rhetericol, non lyrical
I got you in the hem
Haymakers is making you spit blood and plhegm
And the nine he always talks about
He can’t even get to
What happened to your motherfucking nine I say
what happened to your motherfucking nine you bitch
as his lips taste my timberlands
I’m whaling on him now from one side of the car to the next
And the passengers can’t hear see or smell your fear
Cause in the last car can’t nobody hear you scream or even care
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