Im a lyrical soldier of fortune
Imma have this cat popped like a balloon
Pity this cats only 14 years old
He’s like a good spliff…he’s rolled
Yo this boy’s hating on my flow
Tho he’s sniffin White Powder like WHOA
This boy’s from chi-town..hes gone with the wind
Like an indian imma leave this cat skinned
He said his cousin got capped
Imma leave him like garbage.. hes scrapped
This guy ain’t got no rhymes
Hes gonna end up snortin my lines
When this cats dead his headstones gonna read
“This Cat Got Capped But Didn’t Bleed”
Cause im poppin him with lyrical slugs
fuck this welfare kids’ bound to do drugs
Please keep him off the streets
Cause this cat still pisses in his sheets
That’s it imma hafta end this battle
And let this baby go play with his rattle