Bitch, get your verse stabbed and hook shot like Magic J
It's a tragic day,when I silence Dick Tator so bad,you can hear an abbot pray
Fuck what this faggot say, I'm that gap he can't swing across
For Dick Tator , it's like the West Coast symbol... he's keepin his fingers crossed
But Get sonned so bad, you think your mom's havin MY KIDS
Knives "lash" out at your "eye lids", and ya chest's gone, can't visit Chili's to buy ribs
You think you runnin this? Na, thats ya shoes' hobby
My punch gives Dick Tator a bruised body, that send him over the horizon quick like Ducattis
If your sick I'm a medicine dose, plus You can't mix metas with flows
This Punchline Pimp, should of sold his Pen and Pad, instead of them hoes
Why battle someone you know you couldn't surpass
In your stomach, I'm puttin some "glass", So you can "clearly see" my FOOT in your ASS
You can't be BE SAVED, and this win aint a Free Purchase
Make this "clown RUN", and turn this into a "FLEE circus"
I'm a bomb, and your just Baghdad, or Japan's landscape
I'll give you a Mug full of Ice cream and fingers,but never a Hand shake
Now I'm the Pimp, and you're the one in the blouse and dress
Dick tator can get Put in his Place all year round like House Arrest