Lyrics
Since Kon wanna protect Gully, I'ma have to air you out / They call you Fresh, well, Source about to wear you out
Who tryna stare em down, lose in a war of words / I be the truth in the booth, you is unconfirmed
Nobody wants to learn about ya shitty back-ground / Clap clowns, when it come to beef you should back down
You act round, I can send dem boys round yo way / Inside ya house, or ya spouse, hows about today
Okay, Source servin flames at these gay-wads / This a dick you can't slob, nigga get a day-job
This aint God, but you can still kneel and pray / I'm ready for war, Fresh is on the field to play
I'm feelin great, you about to die for a thrill / Another Eminem impersonator, Minus the skills
Minus the mills, I spit hot fire that kill / You gettin threatened, by a weapon, I aint tryna conceal
Wuts the deal bitch, Yeah I peeped ya lil clique / T-2, see-through, aint no real-ness
In none of ya'll, fuck em all, oh well / How the hell, Fresh got a flow, that sound so stale
You're no male, so frail, provin my case / Stick to takin pictures wit cha girlfriend for Myspace
Tryna keep my pace, hotter then the Earth's core / Drop the microphone, hop back up on ya surf-board
Or grab a guitar, really start rockin dude / How you gon hold my dick and my pocket too?
You a bitch boy, walkin wit a swish boy / Step up to the plate, you gettin ate up off my dish boy
My weight class, a level you can't grasp / Fuck wat cha name tag, states you is straight ass
Yep, we may clash, probably over bull-shit / You can catch a face-mask, bodies in the pulpit
Missin you, I did what I had to / Trust I'll get at you, I'm nuts like a cashew
Ah-choo, bless me nigga / I'm Tiger, Jordan, Gretzky nigga
[SWITCH]
Look dog, you a steppin stone, get wrecked and expect to respect the throne / Cuz I'm home, where my slippers at, fuck all the chitter chat / Duck or get split in fact, I ain't even here for that
This that gorilla rap, show me where ya village at
Come thru, get rid of that, and everybody in ya shack
Crack mode, crack bones, chest and flesh
So fuck a fresh to death, I'm bringin death to Fresh
Yes... help I can't stop, this the raw you can't cop
Thinkin that I'm sleepin, believin the fortress aint locked
/ Face it dog, you aint hot, stick to fuckin Paint-Shop
I'm rapin the kid, erasin his lid / And afterwards, I'ma have this nerd, make me a sig
Ya dig, like a grave plot, Source send straight shots / You done opened up a can of worms like a bait box
Same plot, no it's not, cuz I thicken it / So what's beef, when I'm talkin to a chicken-shit
