First track off The StraitJacket EP

[Verse1]
uh i heard n***as gotta problem
gritty new yorker but i ain't from harlem
bitch n***as check the tags its the B-X
pitchin crack of the stoop red caps go for 3 or less
i got lil n***as with guns so I don't even flex
put you in the dirt my business grow CHIA PETS
king of the shit n***a i don't need a crown
my grandma cant make my grandpa put the needle down
see that right there let you know im not perfect
im not the type to be pitied so therefore i dont deserve it
inner city violence i got my goons lurking
and bad bitch that catch in her mouth like Michael Irvin
uhh and I ain't even got strap on me
shit i aint even gotta clap homie
haha you scared now thats why im laughing homie
false lies will lead you to an early casket homie
cause if i say ima spas i mean a shotgun
songs about gunplay for the n***as that GOT NONE
and these the bitch n***as you idolize ?
my pen done merked all kinds of n***as so i dont gotta lie

[Verse 2]
i got a main bitch that work at hooters
disturbin the peace ima riot, i guess thats why my homies LUDA
you n***as sub par i'm the best shooter
since everyone think they superman im fuckin' Lex Luthor
they say im such a nerd but i dont wear suspenders
these fakes got a transexual flow, a weird agenda
i tell ya my male genitalia will render Brenda tender to
surrender and have her cookin dinner for the nearest sexual offender
i never fail i deliver a sharp shiver
down ya spine that make you quiver anytime the beat change in rhythm
i'm so lyrical...that whenever i spit
its like you feel jabs and hooks hit penetrating ya motherfuckin ribs
i swear to god these n***as dont gotta sign me but they better play this demo
cause im sicker than em him and any other weirdo with a weird flow
i spent like 5 minutes on this verse it came out great
shout to the family...motherfucking REAL OVA FAKE