Testing…testing…testing my nerves.
Displaying a mouthful of critical words.
In all actuality you’re scared of my verbs.
Because I display poetically what most don’t want heard.

Pimps, whores, money, drugs…
The life of a hustler, the life of a thug.
Having no idea the hole that you’ve dug.
After I put you on life support, I’ll then pull the plug.

See..this is a route I tried to once leave behind.
Tried to put all animosity out of my mind.
I guess it’s too hard for me to stay confined.
You’ve given me full opportunity to act a fool and unwind.

So…here I am once again.
Exposing my temper through the ink of a pen.
My art is something I will fully defend.
Because it’s different then yours you chose to offend.

Then when I ask you “what is the deal?”.
You couldn’t back up the expressions you feel.
It’s people like you I turn into a meal.
I’m not trying to cause a fight, just trying to be real.

So let me put this, into full effect.
You put yourself into debt, now it’s time to collect.
I’m not asking for an apology, just for respect.
I’ll say this once, and I’ll say it direct.

If you don’t like my words, or what I express.
Don’t say I need my butt kicked, and then choose to regress.
This isn’t a threat…this isn’t a test…
Yet, I’ll still bury you with the haters that I previously put to rest.