Ya wanna be like D12, what are you twelve, You gonna end up in a body bag on a shelf
Cuz There is no PROOF of you bein' a MC, I Drop The ROOF on you tryin' a beat me, you can beat meat
Listen to the Beat of your heart, before I pull it apart and feed it to ya, Rip out ya tonsils and shove it in ya nostrils
I do sick shit cuz I am a sick prick and proud of it, You from Denver you can't be proud of it
You shiver when my name is mentioned, Quit ya bitchin', yeah you new, but you go it too deep battlin' me
I'll lyrically juke you like I was DAnte Hall, Turn around and nuke you, fuck makin' you fall
I'm impossible to defeat, And in mouth is where I'll place your feet, Doesn't matter the weapon you better retreat
You need a tampon, your leakin', Words comin' out that don't make sense, It's Village PImp better than 50 Cent
I'll leave you like South Park kids, they Snowed in, Yeah, White like the color of ya skin, when you start rappin'
Bad start for ya Proof, To tell you the truth, I already don't like you, SO FUCK YOU, I know you can say you weren't blazed
BUT YOU ARE THE PROOF, And Guys are what made ya dick raise, SO continue on ya ass chase
But your about as good a rappa as Cartman, Corleone shouldn't have made you start man
Too bad, I wanna know ya thoughts, Remove ya brains, All over the walls and things, This is shit that you can't change
While I rip off ya dick and shove it in ya ass, Roll ya ankle and smoke it, Ya know I do sick shit they don't do in Denver
You come colder than December, While my flows hotta than June, Ice plus fire don't mix good
YOur lyrics are good for a cartoon, You ain't from the hood, you from the rich suburbs, I am bitch so I'll leave ya dead on the curbs

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