[Verse 1: Thirstin Howl III] I hit harder than Foreman, landin' both gloves to a low blow, with no cup Leave you speechless like when Arrested Development broke up Carry a crowbar for egos that won't budge Crack skulls through helmets with the penetration of a screw nailed in Return like I was sendin' self addressed postage Throw bricks the size of...Learn More