niggas like this are the true reason y fifty made wangsta/
lil pussies runin round actin gangsta/
ur shyt looks like a paragraph not a battle/
so now ima slaughter this nigga like droppin big boy on a heard of cattle/(big boy is the name of the bomb drop on japan after pearl harbor)
if i jabbed my dick through ur head i still wouldnt get brain/
u could neva maintain the weight of insane in this rap game/
if i fuked a girl and shoot at u i could call it a 3-sum cuz id be bustin on 2 pussies/
ill blow off ya nuts and tell every1 i lightined ya load/
u came down my road to get some brain so ill make ya niggas heads explode/
come at me and my back yard is where u will remain and ceroad/(i cant spell it but ceroad is supposed 2 mean like rot away and shyt like that but i dunno if i spelled it right)
after this u gunna go pop star talkini bout love got ya life in a twist/
ill hunt u down and turn u into kurt cobien and have u slit ur wrists/
ur only crunch time is when u bite into a twix but ya hip hop game is all in the mix/
so ima leave this penny weight wit the words of wisdom to neva go against a heavy weight/
its like osca de lahoya go agains lenox lewis if his whole body was filled with leaded weights/