The way i vent

Bars im spittin sittin off in my room rippin this bitch in/

Shit When the spark ignites the fuze to the bomb/

Im spittin flames out my mouth somthin like napalm/

This the second era of my reign/

kinda like harp rainin all over the place/

405 is that city im right at home/

Hold the phone tell em its kromazone/

Wreakin havok on any faggot that thinks thay can rap it like b-rabbit/

When they cant even begain to hack it/

Its like i hack it like a virus injection on a beat/

Causing an infection spit some fire on this "b"/

Dont even try n compete homie/

More elite then illuminati/

On a mission to take over the world like pinky n the brain/

Get my thoughts together i need brain/

Helps me maintain in life dealin with the pain/

 

#Dont even know what the topic is to this song i wrote/

Hopfully its offensive make you wanna hang your self with a rope/

Od on some coke and if ya live shit do it again/

Dont even know what the topic is to this song i wrote/

Hopfully its offensive make you wanna hang your self with a rope/

Because i dont give a fuck about shit in the mood im in/#

 

They keep on tellin me chris cant you write a positive track/

Hard to write positive when my arms are filled with tracks/

So fuck you go play on a railroad track/

Fuckin shit god damn itch on my penis gonna kill a bitch/

That was off topic but aint i supposed to vent/

This is hip hop so dont you even trip/

Or say a damn word while i talk/

This my mic my spot last i checked bitches dont get to talk/

Yea i said it hit a soft spot oh fuckin well get your head fuckin knocked/

Against a curb when i launch these lyrical words/

Have you feelin dumb /

Like your iq just took a fuckin plunge/