First off, come at me, U wannabe G, talkin' about takin' it to the Streets,/
It's hard for me to C how you could take me, When U can't even handle the beats./
How you gonna try to bring shame to me and talk about what I claim to be./
'cause you shortened your name to guyver, cause you can't even begin to mc./ (I know you get that shit)
It's ok, this ain't tv, so you can't play HandyMan, cause you don't have the tools./
Guess you're old man blessed you wit a lot of thangs, just not the family jewels./
Damn you a scam, I never saw a man who looks quite as sad as you./
I heard you usually got shit in your mouth, but this time you bit off more than you can chew./
'Pacs dead, and no lil' nigga like you could ever fuckin' fill his throne./
You just typin' away you keyboard thug, U should leave the game alone./
Should known from the gate that, not to come at the nigga you love to hate./
No votes, You can only give yourself a hand, like a friday night witout a date./
That's right nigga, that CounTREE boy just put you in your place./
Maybe you should start a coin collection, it's the only way you'll save face./
Damn, ever realize as you spittin' that this shit's already a rap,/
That's he's just another generic emcee talkin' about makin' guns clap./
Nigga your tryin' to come on here, talkin' hard like you a big timer,/
Heard from niggaz in your "hood" you was a nickel and dimer./
And you just an undercard, Wanna be big, but Jay the Headliner,/
Now let me show you the way out the game, you can call me your path finder./

Yo, str8 up, you a lil' nigga to me. So shut the fuck up, stop tryin' to pass off pac's lines like you wrote 'em, and learn how to mc, cause you fuckin' suck. I thought you "had sometin' for me". IT'S NOTHING YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA!

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