a bitch's brew, who ?? gyro
 scabs can't craft what only the fly knows
 got skins all in on scheamin
 scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin
 i'm seemin vexed in my rhymin texts
 opened up shop to chop off the head, next
 i put off punks like junk so sporadic
 stashed away like old drawers in my attic
 or drawers on my legs, figures what i says
 snack on jolly rancher or orange pez
 yep this ain't no collect call
 so peace, yo pete
 no static at all
 true!