Verse Of The Week

My cranium is strainin' 'em; got 'em complainin'
Got 'em restrainin' first amendments, settin me for arraignment
How the fuck can Noyz be like this? Is it those white kids?
Does he wanna be Shady or maybe someone just like him?
A sly grin, angry eyes and still he keeps talkin'
'Bout medicine often and gettin' dropped in a coffin
Coughin' and shakin', body achin', bones breakin' and smilin'
I wish he'd be silent instead of bringin' up violence
And dissin' his girl-Then why the hell is he married?
What a scary relationship and that poor kid that she carried
What if she ends up burried? We gotta stop this kid now
Send the SWAT to his spot and tell them all to get down
I hear he's carryin' rounds, heaters, meters and techs
We gotta see to her safety-We got lives to protect!
Expect him to resist-he won't be taken-he'll slit a wrist
And witta Mac in his fist he'll put us all on his list
Why is he pissed? It's just your own sense of fright
It's comedy to me while you stay tense in the night
Yeah, the sentences might cause you to censor my rights
But what I write is my business and you just mad that I'm tight