My MC rhymes make a sting in a bee line
Always in the trenches stacks of paper im behind
Warfare of words from bored amateurs
Who tour lands of hurt who have been with rich girth
I swear by the looks at the car your in
You have butter and cream i got margarine
So if your starving then, pick up some "tracks"
Paint the cliffs black like Wille was back
But the while he was back, It came to a stand still
You and your damn pills i go hard like "anvils"
If your a man kill, poke the eyes in the hills
Make sure the earth owes you and sent it the bill