[Malone]

son im that hardcore hakin, this dude's rhymes is a light cough
so when i say that "Aero-post-L's" its not an abercrombie knock off..
fuckin with mal, a dumb plan.. i grab the gun blam
flashin the wesson - its look 'AERO-SMITH!' just without the rock band
cuz i keep it cocked and.. if you try to run, youll be damaged i bet
when i aim at your feet - and 'spray aero-sol' like im airing a scent
theres no care if you went, but you bitched out to con
so its only fitting your death comes from that event like a denouement
you better drop like a bomb, biter, you ruined every one of your kind
when hhe was your home, till you saw the whole board slide like a skateboard grind
dude your mime.. dumbass vor, you a blondie yourself
you good? how? when ive done more for lyfe than ghandi himself
son its ya health, its not lookin to good after these rounds done
pitch yay? you pitch balls homo you belong on the mound son
i remember the days of prestige, stock and sto
cuz my guns now like ya sex lyfe -- C Cock and Blow
but at ease with a child, you all in denile
i aint one to be discrimitive, but i dont feel that lyfe style
dude your vile, but not sick good, son you just suck
cuz face it, you aint 'real-ax' unless you tired as fuck
they say im washed up, the darkhorse of the Heavyweight three
i saw naw, these other two droppin seeds, im ontop of the tree

EZ