Im spittin to thrill, I spit and you chill
Cause I got this win locked, and you down for the kill //
Fuck it I pop, and fuck it you dropped
Put a A in for the L and ya crew would be hot //
You talk about guns, this fag holds no heat
I spit fire that you feel, like you was holdin my teeth //
This dude aint dope it aint take me a while
The type to write a quick verse and a call a freestyle //
Dawg you done-with, fuck ya dumb-shit
I rip a rap at any cat, even the crew you run-with //
I seen you talkin shit, and I got to something
You like the 10th rapper I’ve ripped that lives in London //
This guy talks hard, behind the screen of his PC
seen more entertainment on a broken TV //
Im goin soft as hell, you cant fuck-with-this captain
Peeped ya sound click and thought snuffalufagus was rappin //
Check ya last 2 disses and both times you spelled fuck wrong
Asking for extensions, just to dump a dumb song //
Thinking you G, a water gun and baggy-jeans
3tb gets busted on more then playboy magazines //
Drop a diss, get at me, but we know that you limited
Yeah dawg we started it, and now we gon’ finish-it //
