Why this fucking chump, talking pumps, when you ain't sparking Guns Hater/the only shots you know about is when you flert with gay Waiters/You wack today and wack Later/
Pussy swallow them words, herb, your flow a choke up and butcha the gas chamber/
You speaking all crazy put nothing 187 about you CHocha/You ain't loco off the wall thats your Ricky Martin Posters/
And you cant fuck with the butcha soldIer/ I told ya/
I know you fake kid,you just going hate quick,you dont blaze shit,
you down with dickriders,mother fucker you they chauffeur/
this corpse was typing his wack verse with a dead look/
on the mic you torn, he geting more ripped apart then a check book/
and stop lying you an't got no iron, you keep empty the lead yo/
butcha bring Death Slow/with Head Pokes/my raps got these vegetable niggas more deep fried then a Egg Roll/you ain't fire your material as hot as a Eskimo/
Juss blaze is a mexacan dude spiting soft nigga go twist some dust/
my stomp outs holding down more weight then an elephants foot,lift that up/
cock sucking hator/your carreers steps not moving up like Broken Escalators/ I say die now/ you a pretty boy, but your switch blade knife down/ loser your razors point ain't cutting nothing in sight but your eye brows/ you aint a spitter you a dick blower with a wide mouth/
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