d this kid, box and square you up
I won't curse, but I'll swear you suck//1
you're not hot, come to my block and get shot
bring ya crew, I'll jump all you squares like hop scotch//2 perfect
describes me, I'll hang you from my top notch verse/
show up in whatever you drive, but leave in a hearse//3
kid
lookin down on you, let you know I'm high above
then bury you in the box you can't think outside of//4
you'll get sprayed on my block, just like grafitti
maybe you'll learn someday
i'll put more chips in ya teeth than superbowl sunday//5


ahh rushed o well did what i did your turn