when i step in da room u know nothin has changed
and while written this verse im on top of my game
im da reallist and illest and u not
if his father wasnt the devil he probably wouldnt be so hot
man u just mad cause i came in first
ur rhymes are sour like sour starbust
we boys and all but dont make me have to buck u
ill put a hole in ur stomach that i can can drive a truck through
im kinda like the drama king my rhymes are like a streetsweepa
like banks said ur rhymes are uglyer than the masta p sneaka
i dont have do my best cause i already proved betta
im in this for the joy of it not just the cheada
i dont even have to curse i can do with out it
u beatin me na man i cant allow it
i can express how i beat u in just three words
u just mad cause today suka "u got served