ur "barz" aint "sharp" like a "razer" mine they "shock" like a "tazer"
electricity "boltz" injecting u wit 1,000 "voltz" now u got the "joltz"
it aint my "fault" that ur "weak" tryna "speak" wit a "bleek speach" doin "sumersaultz"
punches fly at ur "mouth" n i know that u feel'em
cuz ur heads all swollen up like a big ball of helium
ur so high in the air but don't u fly away
i guess thats the only way ur razin barz today
sum people call me rookie, i'll call u fred dursk gettin nookie
take a lookie at my next line now wont u snoopy
ur generick interview had me rollin on the ground
but i forgot about it, once this battle~went~down
i'm like a rattle~wit~sound venom wordz n nouns
if this was baseball i would be on the Pitchers mound
throwin strikes at u while u swung the bat
n all ur hits missed me by miles an thats fact
CHANGE UP
to much mother fuckas are steppin to this fatal kid
they invaid the life~i~live, who said i don't try~ta~give
look i'm givin u a shot at me n ur just tryna~win
fuckas alwayz gonna "sin" i live my life by the "min"
first it was ace i tried to earse but didn't succsed
now its u wit the belt in my face staring at me
now ur screamin plz stop as i'm takin ur "belt"
u never "felt" so much pain ever sinse u gained "wealth"
well now its gameover so good riddins dead souljah
u shoulda stop rappin an turn in to a J-hova
n trust me its gonna be like this for a long~time
cuz u wrote the wrong~rhyme n u can't control mine
