Its a constant battle wit kids gettin rattled cause they tattled,
Bitches get dismantled in shambles like butcha knifes ta cattle,
Against odds gotta do the act of god and climb higher in the ladder,
Sorry for being aggressive wit ya head, but I require it ta splatter,
Higher again but not from the drugs in the mufucking game a life,
Fuck wit me get yo ass served then Ill go home n train ya wife,
Its unlikely youll fight me I tightly rap like subways mighty god, (wrap)
You got beef means ya really got no teeth and ya slightly odd,
I always end up fightin them cause they'll leave a bite-in-you,
Thats the bitch way n Ill break mothafuckas like right in two,
Its like they gotta sightless view when they look at the big-picture,
But Ill fuckin mock them all when I finally look at their signature,
A mixture of violence and catastrophe wit people constantly dying,
Supposed thugs see slugs n want hugs and they honestly crying,
Trying to get layed but theres only some slut thats probably thirty four,
Whats tha life ya livin when the only pussy comes from a dirty whore?

Damn.