u aint got balls ya know the truth

burn down ya house start wit tha rooth

u 15 and still cant even spell properly

crews listening still rant leavin hell ironicly

stop copyin my shit bitch stop mockin-me

its gangsta shit when im rubbin ur clit

u a faggot who soon ta get hit

drop ya, sick off hearin that wack shit

Smack Hitz in Black Fitz and Grab Titz

When you battle me best keep ya wits

leave you on the ground in lyrical fitz

believe who? drop down in the phyical, kids/

knock ya down like its a fucking blitz/

baseball bats for my bitch ragged to tips

mass production u worse than them nips