Pop this cats like I pop condomns, this niggah is an easy
touch so this this shit should be no problem//
Fuck Front-Line status ya' attatched ta lower columns//
He gets no peeps even when the thread envlovles him//
Got it for keeps, ya' raps be as fake as weeves//
Still 'flow', BombZ'll still blow you if I couldn't breathe//
Hard shell out but soft n' middle like pop-tarts,
why is it that I always end up goin' up against soft-hearts//
I told em' his spittin' stinks, so he bought a bag of cough drops//
Cuttin' him into segments, this niggah still couldn't give birth to skillz if he somehow got pregnant//
Wit the phrase 'you have been touched', jail cells is where
you belong, but don't swet it, I think you and MJ will get along//