lock my fist, clock your bitch, reload and then rock your sis..
wanted to rob you but saw you drawin' your nine so i shot you..
u were warned, but now i see you was unarmed like amadu diallu..
never heard of ya, i murder ya in suburbia n bury u on urban blocks..
i barter glocks, pound ya girl's ass an' leave her garter rocked..
improve your flow, metas, multis and move on to harder shots..
cuz the only 'free style' u cut is pro bono at the barbershop..
wrappin' ur ass up like a pretzel, i'm forcin' contortions..
cuttin' you into sloppy portions like partial birth abortions..
fry u quickly and yell out to all the cats who with me..
"bitch is ready, now how many of ya'll want extra crispy?"..
fuck backlash i make a mad dash n send ya thru cracked glass..
i'll hit you so hard you'll bleed snot out your ass crack ..
gay bitch, you can't blaze kids wit a blowtorch for a mic..
your whole style is a fucking waste, like huge tits on a dyke..
u listenin' to tha haters: "aiyo, Ecto ain't that tight"..
bitch fuck what u heard, like you do to your pillow at night..
[chaos theory] [slaughterhouse]