(bring da pain beat starts)

Yo battling me, that’s like facing hell/
Southern bitches only craving bills/
think ya gon win n get praised as well/
I got a better chance joining atl/
Now this bitch’s state of wills gone/
You ain’t waving mills you pack a lil jon/
da real one,you killed con, what the deal son/
rap till dawn think ya got skills, still wrong/
you don’t rap you only just shout fast/
you ain’t andre, but you still an outcast/
so what the fuck you think you got on me/
when you do the drankin its only bodily/
riding dupris dick down to his arteries/
you ain’t rhymed a grain of honesty/
so hot you think this shawty be/