Don't fuck wid me
 

Murdering insults, to a second degree//
how many of u bitches would say the same shit to me, publicly?//
Exactly, so let go of your balls n click quickly//
before i attack you n hurt u deeply n mentally//
like when a baby cries when it lose's its candy//
n smack you with the back of my hand fluently//
like Snoop did to his bitches with 50 n P.I.M.P//
i don't need to introduce me, u shud already recognise, the name n the ice//
that goes for those bitches who tried to bruise me, but got claped back twice//
angry or nice, i try to rise as a white emcee in this bright light ahead//
challenging any emcee who thinks he's tight n technically gifted in the head//
shit i beat half of these bitches with whack spits, that i've never before mentioned or said//
lyrically dead, upon arrival, my shit flows like a tidle//
shit, i don't have to name this spit, it make it's own title//
no copy-rights or cd-re-writeable//
it's vital that i keep delivering drops too these bitchez//
to get props, respect or jus lame remarks of how shit it is//
who am i too blame if it is? i'll just re-instate myself for this whole
rap buisness n insitgate those who whitness this//
playing with their minds, cos i'm sweetly blissed//
to take down an army of phony lyricallists, as easy as taking a piss//
making thier necks twist n snap back fully//
summin paranormal, better call mulder n scully//
have ur ass investigated and lablled as a "suicide billy"//
silly... you shouldn't have tested me, til u got the facts right fully//
now your ass is history n police property//
Haha... bitch shouldn't of fucked wid me... Let's see which homie is next to be.