I think its time for me to throw some lyrical bombs /
Your rhymes probably got more crack than women in thongs /
I got silver bullets for you joker, and Im not talkin bout Coors /
You got more guns than Columbine, no, wait there not yours /
There mine all mine and there spittin and firin at you /
now what can you say to make me not act the fool /
but I dont need firearms, cause Im not a firefighter /
I drench your house with fluid, then "Just Blaze" it with a lighter /
I cant wait to see how your gonna reply to this verse /
the only thing you good at is stealing an old ladies purse /
and youd probably leave the money cause your really a queen /
which makes sense since you suck dick and cover it up with Listerine /
but hey, dont worry, Bush hasnt made gay marriage illegal yet /
you can go fuck Charlie up, little differently then a Veitnam Vet /
bar number eight, your so close to your end /
I dont see you gettin any votes without any friends /
im at bar number nine, hey joker, how do you feel? /
I wonder what MC's lines your gonna try and steal /
you said you'd guarantee a win? well ya, FOR ME /
I got three letters for ya champ, R I P.