you can catch me wit that semi auto nine
gonna take whats mine , haters break ya spine
catch 10 like i'm tossin dimes I'm flossin mine
cause I jus cant be fucked wit I beat mo ass then
niggas that star in butt flickz, SUCK DICK !!!
duck quick premmy gats that bust quick
jus sick how my flows on the beat combust shit
disgusted ,..is how i rate ya rhyme
youse a waste of time like that yogi kat tryin to make a rhyme !
dirt and grimes,.. I come from the slums nigga I reach for my gun
ya punk ass betta reach for the sun ,preach for my son /
is what ya moms be like wit ya nigga coachin you on like yogi it'll be alright
but it wont, nigga ya already dead
dont let me catch you stop ya face out the back of ya head
covered in red now ya niggas runnin for feds
I peeped it and fled now ya'll niggas sleep wit the dead
you weak and it spreads through all you kats
all you wack when you gonnna learn you jus a fallen stat
crawlin back and take ya position
back of the line you no opposition
listen as I come through hands in the air
cant even compare our rhyme it aint even fair
shit is severe ,'my rhymes' more than yogi can bare(bear)
