Aiiyo, you may be, but I ain't so nyce,
I will murder you and come after you in the after-life.
See, all I gotta do is spit about four lines,
And your head will explode and turn four times.
Why is it everytime I see you wit your boyz,
It's them gettin pussy and you're playing with the toys?
So don't even try to fuck with me dawg, it ain't worth it.
The only type of play you get is when you go home and jerk it.
My words are like acid, they burn niggaz to the the ground.
All the bitches orgasm when they hear my sound.
I think I hear your fuckin mom saying time to come home,
And oh yeah, I think it was her last night that I boned.