They shoulda told ya not to fuck with Lute, cuz he don’t play/
I’ll leave ya fuckin’ face split up like B2K/
Battlin’ me dog, you gone need more than a few hot words/
I’ma treat you like that new movie and you’ll know that You Got Served/
When I posted the challenge you was quick to reply like you not scured/
You ain’t a street nigga just cuz’ you used to sit on the curb/
You prolly one of them white kids from the burbs that listen to NERD/
And don’t think you can wrap me up just because I spit first/
Cuz’ you just ahead of yaself like a premature birth/
But since you really wanna battle I’m give it to you/
Even though my son spits better ,and just to prove I’ll bust a nut on a cd and send it to you/
You ain’t a gangsta you bout as hard is jelly/
I’ll put black shit around ya eyes like one of them mask on R. Kelly/
Michael Madness , nigga be for real/
Clippin’ coupons is the only way you ever seein’ a deal/