So Ghetto
This one's for 
Chilly Chill, (Food and Liquor) flow
Strong like it's been distilled by
Hillbillies in the hills and we move down to 
BeverlySo heavenly, waking ****** up like revelry
We won't be going back to you regularly, so forget it
Shadow flow, colder than 
Punxsutawney 
PhillipMy mind's on ****, my brain's on skillets
Thoroughly trained to just bang off lyrics
Bang bang bang like 
Pops Wayans(Witherspoon) or with a fork
Was coming out my egg like 
Mork, deserves his own head on 
RushmoreFlood the game like a giant in a dwarf's shorts
So long ******, career so short it should be riding on a horse
Mines is a horse, but mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort
Yours is a pony, it could sleep inside a 
PorscheI am on point like the eating side of forks
So keep your head down like your reflection in a spoon
Chilly Chill will be out of corrections real soon
Enemy, god willingly