You call yourself rare, is that cause your rarelly known,
or can barelly rock the microphone,
after this, pysic thoughts you'll prone,
of this lyrical beatdown on your dome,
an just like me, your a new be,
but after this you'll be history,
when i roll up an tap you on the shoulder,
hit you in the belly wit a boulder,
fold ya, some one should of told ya,
i'm known to really, roll up n scare thee,
oppisition, on a bondified mission,
you gone wind up missin, found floatin by someone fishin,
listed on the back of that milk carton,
you can't freestyle, so you startin,
meanwhile while we parton,
its your mom's legs i be partin,
rollin behind that hurse in that black caddy,
haven your lil sister call me daddy,
strollin up to your new home,
unknown, was all that was written on ya tombstone.