Look this is the apocalpse…coz u like my cock~on~yo~lips, tha flows ready to rip!//(1)
coz u the kinda guys who likes the dick...don’t get to close coz im ready empty the clique//(2)
throw a punch, u goda a fat lip…so do no tell me wat I can not see, coz you’re the definiton of a fake MC//(3)
your rymes decline wen u hear mine…my lyrics got vocabulary words u can not define//(4)
goda bat..i hit u in the spine, u fall down…u never saw that I was planning this…u r blind//(5)
im one of a kind…master mind murders through out the years…but still got respect from my prison pears//(6)
Its pretty clear…I got the 4-5 near, hate to see u in despair, so y don’t I assasin u while im here//(7)
but im not…coz it seems that u love me a lot, don’t fuck with a G, coz youll end up deceased//(8)
6 feet deep…that’s the depth you will see… listen to me, my lyrics murder any G but me//(8)
its reality…it goda be… jumped you once, and still you didn’t learn… who the fuck u think I be!//(9)
(Finish him)
Its ya murder…front page in the local magazine, respect me coz I own u, coz if u don’t these lyrics will be the truth//
coz youll soon see me on MTV inside a music booth…im da best in this game like base ball and babe ruth//(10)