I stay iron lung, and in round 1 I see they couldn't handle the green hay
So i'm finishing him off in the second round, meaning ur a burnt, Jay
Pana screaming, "...Like a Pimp!" walking with a limp to die for, yo
Fake fo' golds and knowing Pana, no hoes, so we know its Polio
J reminds me of Woody Wood Pecker, the birdy's rapid movements, so good
Also the way he's always on it, seven a.m. in my hood, my morning, wood
J writing style is ol-skool, remind me of cave drawings, n the men from the Past
I was thinking of calling you a washed up rapper, if you ever took a bath
Its murder!, or a no-show? all we know is that there was a Bloody Footprint, (RUN!)
And the only votes you going to get, is ya fam, on "Who's paying for creamation?"

Blah, knowing Pana...'nother Noshow for me. (I know Pana is going to make a punch about this).... =\