Puertoricannelly son you must be sad
Homie any verse you drop will only make me mad
Even on your best day you could not beat me
Claimin a name from the south but from the NYC
Steppin to me is forfit i already won
Cuz you'll get crushed like you got stepped on by big pun
You Got the guns, The shit i throw is crushin your lungs
You short of breathe and sweatin homie but i do this for fun
I got the punchlines and shit that makes stops on the tracks
But you behind the comp screen shittin bricks in your slacks
No how to act, listen to daddy you're hella whack
The way the shit run down yo legs i thought you ate exlax
If i step to you my pistols get stuck to yo guts
I pull the trigger now this nigga bleedin cigarette butts
cuz i smoked you, equivalent of smokin a dutch
Cuz I Just Shitted on you hoe, now its time for the flush

Feel it, Its on you cuz