fuck flo's, i put tags on toe's, on all those who oppose, this ya should knows,
comin outta owttowa, im bout to slaughter ya, hit ya hardcore, crack ya jaw,
so no more weak shit can you spit, every other battle on someones tip, we sic of it,
call yourself true, but whats ya been through, i dont care who told ya, you was a soldjah,
you's just a sucker, who ever told u was, was a lying muthafucker,
you never seen a battle field, or held some steel, you aint real, we know the deal,
claim ya did dirt, bout to get ya feelins hurt, for what its worth,
pull'em out like mrs. buttersworth, he's soft like a nerf, scared to step off his turf,
soundin all wack, now what was that line in ya last battlerap,
something bout some fack inplants, wit dumb lines ya stand no chance
keep pm'n me like u want romance, if i were u i'd keep my distance.