sorry i had to deal this fate, i herd of "anger management" but weilded rage?/
i'll step out the cypha, but not even with weathermen-wuld they be feelin cage/
that's the steel cage we battle in, like wrestlers did it before/
but that's why i'm just dissin u, a loss? i didn't wanna stretch ya score/
if u define illness, then david spade must have muscles/
trust ya dun't wanna tussle, cuz i don't fuck round-and culd still run and shuffle/
culd bust a flow, again and again, where are you from?
ya lyrics like people on planet earth-i'm sick of the scum/