i'm crayze - i love to chill, watch me how i score and kill, my rhymes are violent and ill, I''m HardCore, evrybody drop down to the flore, when i walk in that dore, they probebly newer shoud let me loss out of my cage, in future i see my ass on the stage, but thats other page, i will do anithing to brake throught, evin if i have to walk over you, its just my way i ain't fake, i''m always real, what i spit that i feel, anger and hate flows fro my veins, illest shit you in chains, fucking with me - i will blow out ya brains - i don''t have a gun - fuck it - i will by one, i know when and i know where, other people lifes - that what i realy don''t care, i'm cold, 17 years old, get high, i will newa bee gangsta i newa lie!