my name being called out to take care of this dick ryder/
the fake thug supreme from california/
i keep telling ya'll numerous times/
i drop venemous lines to play with your minds/
i'm the kingpin of crime/
you better be scared cos you dealing with your life/
you cant match my skill/
you aint nothing to me/
but a piece of road kill/
i've already won this but atleast you tried/
but theres no hope for you/
like trying to win a gun battle but you bought a knife/
but i hope you got the heart to fight/
cos lord knows you aint got the skills to write/
while i write more then rhymes/
i write checks/
fuck a bullet proof vest/
nigga yoiu gonna need a bullet proof head/