this here brings fear, got you lookin through your rear mirrior, hopin i wont be there/
or that im way back, but face facts i stay intact to make sure that fake rappas dont make hats/
or clothin lines so there wont be clones of lies of phony guys roamin by/
i could spit smooth or st-studder, either way i cut through you like bu-butter/
i could pull out a gat and pull back and shoot/
but instead ill beat you with my meat till your black and blue, then laugh at you/
i write superb shit, if you wrote a rap and i burned it you must of deserved it/
im high and yous lower then me so yous bird shit, yous shy so i whipped your ass in public on purpose/
on the microphone im like your own, but with a higher tone, my minds messed so mind your own, befor i come in with plyers to ply your bones/