he call himself "TheOne", sitin at home tryin to get it done
wit dem 5 word lines he aint got a chance like da Suns
i leave six shots from da 9 in yo baby momma clit
u tryin battle a dis vet, my rhymes leave u spittin grits
dem punches was whack, i aint dead im still rippin yo insides
and fuckin up yo face wit my GAT, smackin u in da back wit my mack
leave u fallen and have yo baby momma callen fo my dick
like u a aint nuthin, bleedin out yo mouth wit a sick
flow u dont know how to spit wit dis vet leave u wishin
u aint tryed spittin wit dis boy, like kobe when he dishin