iight your young mike, maybe too young to fight//
but im gonna battle like a fatman after the last bite//
u flyin kites when u not writin rhymes//
my lines shoot throught ur skull three times//
like 3 x 3 is nine i got beats playin in my mind//
and when my cd drops on time there'll be a million ppl in line//
but the fineline between me n u is//
the true hits that i spit are all ruthless//
your toothless ant even get your adult mollers//
cause im brewin u up kid like folgers//
f*ck soldiers I got assassins in my army//
dont care what u say cause your replies will never harm me//