Da Army,sound like niggas who like cocks and shove their own in idiot box/
And the only weapons in that pitiful shit... is rocks and a old black fox/
They got dog collars made of cardboard,n uniforms made of bungee cords/
Da Army's one I'd never jump abaord,so poor they got tha world record/
My raps are so fuckin hard....... if u write it on paper,it'll never fold/
And white powder,only thing growing on that dick is bread mold/
See,I may be 14,and u about 18,but my rhymes are left unseen/
I'm better than anyone in dat crew full of queens,who dress like Halloween/
And it's no suprise to why you call yourself WHITE POWDER/
Cause you always got a mustache made of MAN CHOWDER!!!!!/