ladies and gentlemen i present to you the worst text ever /
look at your battle record, you beat the rest never/
you think my punches weak cause i took it easy on a girl/
put i was swinging with the right the left is sick enough to make you hurl/
so ima push your tolerance level beyond your limits/
no talk about gun no fake lines and gimmicks/
but if we do get serious bring your crew cause mines in attendance/
but you'll probably call the cops and have me as a defendant/
and i dont even have to battle you i think your past your expiration/
cause albi's gonna a get at you, so clean up your perspiration/
cause we smell fear, and real respect real/
unlike you we'll probably both have a deal/
you on the other hand, you stay on the corner/
til my down bitch approach you and the cops call the coroner/
to pick up whats left of you/
i told you i was bring the left to you/
your career is over so only one thing left to do/
and thats the dispose of the trash like i work for sanitation/
but let me stop cause im scared of voodoo and we all know this man is haitian