Nigga you must call urself lungs.......like you talk-in-tongues/
I'd cut ur troat so deep,you'd replace ur missing nut with ur adom apple/
My rhymes are so lethal....it feels worse than a Warren Sapp football tackle/
So what if I'm fourteen,I'll still kill u faster than 2+2 on a calculator machine/
You beating me is like Mike Piazza catching A-Rod stealing a base/
It won't happen,u always gon be late.........and u'll never be laid/
So work on ur rhymes,instead of pleasing ur mom,by giving her "vitamin C"/
Leave that shit to me,cause I got a tall orange tree,that she can suck on/
You got nutin she can sit upon,so you giving sex is nutin but a yawn/
So,get a strap on....cause an orgasim is sumtin u'll neva come upon/