I know your sixteen, I seen ya birthday its in eighty seven
But the only number you need to know now is nine eleven (911)
I bet you got a crew for them an you im slayin bars
The only aces that you got is when your playin cards
After im done with you, you'll be dead an wont be missed
You a bitch spittin shit even John Stocktin cant ASSIST
I grow tired of this rhyme its about time I got to the point
Only way you got dope lines, is if you spit smokin a joint
I got game like monopoly while you still on some chutes an ladders
You take whole box of ex-lax an still wont be droppin shit that matters


Aight let the votes start