Yo you aint big enough to play on my bench/ straight fiend stealin cigarettes like the german and french/
And you spittin at me dog what you smokin/ after im done you gonna be floatin like dawson creek/
Dont speak when my words run out my guns sucked out/ ya brains like dracular now you cant count/
You beatin me you must be teasin/catchin bullets like randy moss now you out for this season/
So why you tryin to get me mad/when you the one thats gonna be in the body bag/
Ribs broke, chest open/now niggas look at ya dead body like what was he smokin/
The lead from my gun/was goin slow with the white so i had to get the rabbit stunned/
I aint gonna spit no more cause my words eat all ya shit/so do me a favor and learn ta spit/