i dont kno who thys kid is but he's mad lame//its funny the words abbreviated but u still give mc's a bad name//i'm in the fast lane why u tryna pass game// i'll kill you in slow motion just to cause max pain HA!//you cant rhyme shyt and you couldnt be a sidekick// sayin you nice would just be false advertisement//who you wanna ride it...i teach flow then heat those//put ya life on the line sorta like a free throw//yo youe deep throat...i kno thys hoe swallows// you a good for nuttin type to make a hole HALLOW// and now you tryna follow...i keep goin ang goin// you practice safe sex...keep on smokin them trojans// ya flow is the oldest i notice u goin down as a hopeless// who ever wrote thys is bogus and thys kid not even focus// you betta stop ya whinnin i cant stand when hoes bytchen// kill you ahead of time so now u can say ya verse was ghost written// so whos to blame for thys kid bein so lame// ya friends got you gassed like propane for ya birthday//you kno how sperm taste and now u need 1st aid// i can hear it in ya verse that you hate me in the worst way//no need for attitude i'm smackin dudes wit battle moves// brake ya clavicle i'm smashin dudes until the gravel moves// you just a prostitue i'm poppin dudes who often shoot// i always get the last werd the same way that ya poppa do//theres no more to rize// i'ma god in thys rap shyt blast quick wholes in ya head...now i see thru a mortalize//
