aight look

...I teach all to spit frees//
But you've took less niggas to school than boycotted buses in the sixties//

My whackest rhyme'll make you really seem dumb//
you only spit sick when you don't swallow ez e's cum//

Don't think i'm complex? you're added body count for me to claim//
Half the rappers in rapbattles still cannot pronounce my name//

(50 cent, line flip)

make everybody watch ya torture like it's passion of christ dog//
and then i let the tek, SING, look at that light show//

I'll pimp you and ya mama for dolllas, i'm set for the wealth//
then load a gun, a make you play russian roullette wit ya self//

Finally crewed up, Branch Status understands me//
Forever screamin at you haters that i am what you can't be//