Commin out the gates with a mic in my hand \\
Imma call all you lil beeches out on my first stand \\
I aint got nothing to hide, I aint got nuttin to lose \\
so fatal imma tell you, your lyrics smell like anal ooz \\
you need to tighten your cheeks up, stop the drip \\
the smell is so bad I think I have to split \\
but not till I say I am here to stay \\
so mark today on your calanders as Judgement Day \\
the top dogs in town better go run and hide \\
dont let me be the reason you commit suicide \\