Done one more... by Tyree G. hayden Lyrics

{verse#1}-you think your good but you don't understand, that i be the apprentice of brotha lynch hung and the wu tag clan, your mind is immature like peter pan, cause i can strait read your shit off like the holy karan, making your shit dumbo status like a hyphy movement up in disneyland, beating your shit with the pot and pan, you be the hunted as i troop in comand, like the force lead in afganistan,your about to be stored into contraband, removing all your sences like a lympnode infection in tucan sam, an over accumilation of time glass sand, spills into your organ of the cerebral cortex gland, rearanging your life spand, back to being fucking shit in the testicals of your old man, never again to compete against who is orally grand(OG).{vrese#2}-it's just a matter of space and time, till you are equallly combined, with the equasion of Albert Einstien, as in defined through a chalk line, indicating where you lost your mind, and detached from life and died, cripplied in the ripples of each flow that i rhyme, serotonin molecules poor from your spine like iodine, and you be trippin the fuck out like dimethyltryptamine, once a bitch but now your mentally declined, shit fucking happens when you fuck with mine.{vere#3}-if you come at me raw i'm a have to come at you deadly, mind steady, for wether or not your ready, to be chopped into shit like a plate of spagehtti, blowin your brains to lay like fuckin confetti, then i slit your gang open with a 6ft machete, the only thing you be fuckin with is a blow up betty, grabbing your pussy face cause my balls are sweaty, i run this like a beast and you do it like hello kitty