yo mutha fucka dont be skuuuurd
steppin to cykotic all un prepared
left ur rime book in ur locker or on tha back of tha bus
now ur skeemin tracks from busta's old ass dangerous
look u gotta flow thats cool wit me
id rather take from my nigger jay z
this bitch is lazy sippin from grandma's gravy
honky jus got recruited to saddams desert navy
yo lady are u readin me spit like my mom on a corner
bitch u can suck my dick throw u off of tha starboard
now ur livin in a cardboard box down in mckees rocks
wit a ass jordan shirt that u know wasnt store bought
gottit at tha ghetto flea market at 3 dollars a pop
copped three scripts now ur gettin a shot
tripple H in ur vain now ur half insane
walkin around lifeless with a serebrialless brain