Cry Now Laugh Later

I testify my life down to the sky,
in order for a chance of rest to my head,
if i did that i would have been saved thats what he said,
so i took it to the ranch where i was born and raised,
bloody rights would not even fase,

if i died now, my death would be a foul,
because it seems like my spirit got used up again and again like a dishtowel,
in the dish pit,
now quit quick,
or sit wit,
the smokers in the smoke smoke smoke smoke pit ,
i aint belong there
i quit,
in order to get on the strip,
but if i ever blew up and you thought that i might,
dam right, i would become eye catcher like a stage light,
so take a bite,
and all in your mouth yeah i just might,


sick flows with sick combos,
produced by Si, written by Tobe$
this el' undress your whole life like a wardrobe,
but not to expensive, I still need to live,
and if you ever ruined this beat i would not be active to forgive,
so give that back,
or else i am gonna have to use this six-pack,
and dont try to fight, thats wack,
and dont try to rhyme back because its the brains that you lack,
and be prepared to get hijacked,
you'd be to slow to react so cutback,
you fake mac.