See you don’t want to go toe-ta-to with me, lyrically I got the bigger feet//
I kill people slow for the tease, feeding off weak emcees like the flesh eating disease//
Blow-for-blow? Not even if you pack a gat with an attached bubble machine//
Cause Im bad for your health like Gates is 2 wealth, a sick twisted individual//
Snip off your woman’s clit just for the ritual//
Spitn scriptures so sick, as if they were biblical//
Hit’n you so quick, you’d think it was subliminal//
Member of the Taliba? Must be, your damage is minimal//
Only way you’ll get a fan, is with a home depot gift certificate/ /
After reading his lyrics Hooked on Phonix offered him sponsorship//
Just submit your shit to the Hall-of-Shame, use that lifetime membership//
Cause my wicked tendencies make your ears bleed//
Closest you’ll come to defeat’n me is speaking hypothetically//
Stick to lotto if you want to win, you got a greater probability//
Supreme, let me ask you something. How you make losing look so easy//
Just save your money on paper and pens and put some skill on layaway//
And until that day comes, with rap don’t just walk, but run away//