Lyrics
C’mon Red, this ain’t a fight, ya wits are dim like a light,
Couldn’t leave me in the dark if we spit at night,
I rip ya like a surgeon when he sticks the knife,
I beat ya when we typed, now I’ll beat ya wit the mic,
That’s right, but who’da known,
This bitch is ‘on my dick’ like I spit in ‘faramones,’
Ya couldn’t ‘fuck wit me’ if I ‘spared a bone,’
I take care of those weak MC’s,
I can’t lose, this win’s easy like N-M-E (easy like A-B-C)
Where’d ya rent them beats? Face defeat, ya raps lack ta pack a punch,
You’re just a snack before I eat ya crew for lunch,
What you say is fact, is more like a hunch,
You should just no show, ‘n say ya PC was down for like a month!
Best believe I’ma be ‘blunt,’
I just ‘smoked weed’ ‘n now I’m ‘burnin’ this chump,
What? Punk, ya never had a chance,
You’re about as dangerous as a wild pack of ants,
Just stand in the back and dance…FUCKIN JOKE!
Ya couldn’t ‘spit from the heart’ if I ‘shoved the shit down ya throat!’
Each punch pounds ya hope, now die slow, like AIDS patients,
Pussy, ya punchlines are ‘2 Weak’ like ‘vacations,’
So stay chasin, the more I rap, the more ya back track,
Kill quick like anthrax, crushin ya pills of Zantax,
Stab ya happiness, how you gonna send me to God, when I’m an Athiest?
Nothing you say is gonna delay me fa shit,
Ya burned out, like a kid from too many reefer hits,
I lay you more deep than six, make you a myth,
A once was, has been, who never could spit,
Life was ended by As Is,
He asked for his ass whipped. Didn’t ya Red?
Callin me out was stupid, like a kid skippin a test,
To bad I ain’t rippin a vet,
NME’s about as hard as a soft pack of cigarettes!
You should consider this more than a threat,
You were ‘easy to break,’ like ya had a ‘porcelain rep,’
I scorched ya in text, now round 2,
You always sucked, after this, I’ma leave you like I found you!
You’ll never amount to, anything I’m about dude,
So please stop wondering why people doubt you,
Ya only 13! That’s why I fuckin ‘clowned you!’
