disaster attacks on the fake ass cats--
gettin ripped up by the pitbull to shreads and scraps--
by hustlas wit dreads and slacks--
what yall know bout them frisco macks--
maken they paper stacks--
pushin these hatas back, money maken is my goal--
yall got haterism in yall soul--
yall finna loose like a 7 on the second roll--
i see more trix in the game than a cereal bowl--
be real, but yall cant feel bout projects and hustlin fo dough--
gettin caught by the rollas cause yall 2 slow--
yall aint rookie nor pro--
u aint a pimp, but a hoe--
gettin knocked out from one blow--
from my fist not from my elbow--
maken yall sad and mellow--
its that asassin fellow--
pack heat, wit a loaded clip--
dont trip off of me, trip off the the trigga i grip--
this fool rhymes about shit cuz he cant get nothin--
better yet he talks wack cuz he cant spit nothin--
jump off tha site wit ya wack rhymes boy you bout to see--
aint even a tight name you just a bitch to me--
this kid prolly never seen a real pussie--
veterans rhymin on posers, and posers be baggin on rookies--
bitch cant you get real wins, instead of cheap ones tryin ta look tuff--
specially when you rhyme wack talkin all that gay stuff--
bag on a bitch like im doin, maybe youll get recognition--
but you stuck steady lookin more stupid than r.kelly in ignition--
get a condom and a porn mag, wack off on ya own time--
too easy to beat, i could beat ya wit no lines--
fuck the bullshit im out, aint even got shit to say--
you cant even rhyme about pussy nigga just swing tha other way--
motherfucker wish me luck?--
you runnin around here like some brand pussy,bout to get fucked--
Its that J so dont try and fuck with me and the back of your eyelids will be the last thing you'll see--

The Mob
no hard feelings dogg