yo i spit rhymes not words/to many evil thoughs u herd/boi im a natural born spitta/when i battle they see my lines ar 1-hitta quittaz/ its dangerous to be in my way im spot u 4 yrds/imma catch up an spit fire on all u retards//if u a bitter stay away 4rm me/my thoughs are curses an to much is unhealthy//i gotta way of making u surrender//smack this shyte on them an take out wats in yahh// play tyme is ova im bout to get sick