ayo little puppy, let me teach you some tricks/
show you how to be phat, so you can come back at my shit/
come BITE my stuff, it's the only way you'll be sick/
u get your ass out like your MUM, and take 50 Dicks//
20 lines maximum, thats all that i need/
to vocally choke you, with this rope, you cant breathe//
asphyxiation methods is the cause of your death/
through mental penetration, LIFELESS, your body left//
lyrically damage ya, with this shit that spawns like illborns/
metaphorically snipe ya, and leave your corpse all sore and malformed/
this battle rap is so callous you wish you werent born/
heartless when i spark shit, thats the way i perform//
when your writin your shit, u use a crayola/
u jus a kid, and im tellin you that its over/
u think your Jay-Z, frontin like you that HOVA/
but your not, your fake, and your rhymes get blown over//
septemeber 11 seems to be repeating again/
your towers fall like bin laden bombed them my friend//
i throw this finishin blow to the back of your skull/
2k wants to stick his Dick in, but your ass is too FULL//