stalker MC

i'm walkin' round your drive wit a twelve inch knive

so close to endin' you life and that of you wife

I strangle MCs so bad might 'swell hit em wit a scythe

wat the fuck you playin' at boy you puttin' you career on the line

when you lose to me you'll be cryin'

'cus I ain't shyin'

away from tryin'

to to send faggots' heads flyin'

fuck wit' me and my boys we goin' to roll up by you house

an' lift you bitch's blouse an' stick the dick in cunt

she'll like it cus your cocks a runt

don't say i'm cus I know your size all fuckaz run that stunt

I will be in this game long after you've became

a thing of shame to Hip-Hop's name

cus you raps aren't nothin' but lame

and you only rhyme for fame

I rhyme cus in love wit the game

CHORUS: stalkin', behind where you walkin', listenin' while you talkin' x5

VERSE TWO: thinkin' bout the battle I done did

I went up against someone wit the experience of a lil' kid

so now it's time to get rid of the lil' shid

i'm walkin' up you drive wit a twelve inch knive

why don't you actually try

while I, reach the limit of the sky

well bye, no sense spendin' time on a gay guy