theres a simple task in front of me, and im gunna get it done//
burn this hotdog to a crisp, like an albino in the sun//
cuz i dont play when is spit shit, i only speak the truth//
ill leave you dead and buried, bloated fatter than babe ruth//
how you gunna come around here, showin all that disrespect//
bitch im the diety above god, now who the fuck has been wrecked//
im tired of fuckin newbies, comin in actin VINTAGE like they got flows//
how many dope mcs from scotland, duhhh, nobody knows//
you just another copy, a replica for me to sit down//
take that stupid off your face, turn that smile upside down//
cuz im gunna kill you, slice, knife to yo neck//
the only shit you'll ever say on a mic is, "excuse me, can i get a mic check"
when i get done, be as "vintage" as some new shoes//
you'll be over with, like fabolous rappin without a "clue"//
there ya go
