[Intro] [Verse 1] They say B-Cide musta' gone soft, he fell off How bout you cough, fuck off, and leave my loft So don’t fall that far from grace When you land on your face you’ll see stars and crowbars That was my mission the attack on mars But nobody knows that, he ain’t that hard It’s subliminal hits, like your girl suckin' dicks And she did it...Learn More