This is a song about "Massive"

Whilst i puff this hash and dub the ash into your massive ass and laugh,

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

And snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

Fiends of classic hip hop with a massive

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I spark massive flames,harmfull pains,

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

I'm attractive like magnets i'm massive compared to you maggots

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

To battle me you require a massive revision