22 Bars.

[Farquharson]

I aint a friendly fucker so when i roll though
Show me the respect thats due
Or Ill go to war Crew vs. Crew
Bring a gat you might need two
I dont wear colors that aint true
Your clothes will have red stains splatter
Spill all your brain matter
My rhymes are fizzy water and yours are just flatter
I write punchlines that hit hard like a blue-jays batter
But i dont got a uniform
Im a lyrical hurricane, I bring the storm
Just started spitting and im already warm
not hard to find just look for a swarm
of hood-rats and bees
Bringing dinestys to thier knees
Pay-up-front or ill invoice the fees
Back of vans, snatching thugs by their tees
So fast they cant catch a breeze
Out here tying to make cheese
Dont stop the flow even if the TPA yelling freeze
Not a care, dont even consider to seize
Some rhymes are slow enough to send me to nappin' Z's