Its like I swallowed a Flame Thrower Cus I Always Spit Fire/
Seen Ya add in the paper askin "Is there A Ghost Writer for Hire?"/
Ya style is wack ur never gonna get to mine/
and after this battle is over ima have u looking red and white, like the neighborhood stop sign/
You even contending wit me is just a dream/
Cuz im just like alcohol, i get in ur bloodstream/
The way Im cutting up ya lines, Its like im staring in Pulp Fiction/
Tell ya sister to shave her pussy, my dicks burning from the friction/
You really suck my ryhmes burst at you like they were magnetic/
Stop slappin bitch....oh its was a punch? THATS PATHETHIC/