Boy I ain’t come to play-games n sound click shows you spit lame!
You thinking of a win is insane logic so 2 minutes should do some quick pain
I don’t need Kodak moments, I’ll snap yea joints like picture frames
N don’t get fresh wit me I’ll have you flat on the carpet like coffee stains
Im hot degreed. Jay Jay im a Bomber jet plain… here’s the heat you seek…
Got techs for technique, I’ll put holes in both yea obliques…
Roll up in your parts… have yea girl positioned oblique…
Jay’s been out battling weak emcees… un-till he stepped to me…
Where-did-he-get-those-wins? Worlds worst must of been spitting-frees
Im hot degreed. Nigga I’ll give you a second loss…put it on your records additive
Cuz you drop more bullshit then a Mexican animal laxative
AN im popping Lids, pop his Lid, man… I could of won with Pop on this…
N This boy flat… Im hearing from his hood he not a rapper… more of a fag at that
He be out at evening catch more balls in his hands then baseball bats
N im guessing that’s facts, N he not testing my answer like a dead professor
If picketing could get bitches band y’all would see me a jay flat protester!
Piece by piece I’ll shave you down like zesters n press Pause
See how you half the fucking talent like 1 nutted Porn sta-s
Equipped with lethal bars like shotguns under cabinet panels
Direct to tune you out like how I flip satellite channels
Son you don’t know me or my capabilities of liability
I’ll handle the top of your thoughts like brain surgeons wit incision utilities
