they call u mad dog..n ur crew they call dark knights/
i call u sad dog.. n ur crew do shit but bite/
fukin wit me...set u all on fire...im crazy-psycho-manic/
ur crew alarm bell ringin...t cumin up swingin...cause u all to panic/
ur shits so weak..u been in for colonic irrogation?/
dnt try to understand...u wudnt know the meaning of personification/
bitch ull never surpass me...coz im insubordinate/
u cudnt work that out...if i gave u a map n tha co-ordinate/
bitch u claim ur serious...i think your all delerious/
ma styles complex,convex n concave...ur styles straight played/
you rap like u ashmatic...my style pumps like im pneumatic/
you must b sufferin from amnesia?...coz i tie u up in mastic(tape)
u need to grow a brain...ur styles fucked n lame/
ma gran cud do beta...n ur shit cud do wit her zimma-frame/
so fuck u...first i merked jay-dogg...n now ima merk you/
whos next in line...i take out ya whole bitch-ass crew.