this guy thinking he street..claiming he been shot 9 times!/
oh..im really feelin that,he from tha real rough streets of cali 909!/

dawg uap like u need an abortion...suffering from growing pains/
my granny hits harder...n ur style cud do with her zimma-frame/

this guy cudnt blow-hot wit explosives in his back-pack/
im packing nuclear warfare to blow-off this wack-cat/

ur crashing into tha rocks tryin 2 reach me...im insubordinate/
i leave u blinded,like u lost at sea..without a co-ordinate/

ima hve ya whole crew ridin ma hot style like a tsu-nami/
makin tidal waves,fukin u all up,make u bleed like a pu-nani/

ma lyrical disease has one mission...to destroy ya nervous system/
to deprive u of words......................they call it mal-nutrition/

so bitch u gona hve to deploy ur entire u.s con-voy/
ma british intelligence has u cornered..now ima de-stroy

so i murder u wit a-war-of-words..u jus cnt get wit ma hot-verbs/
my gun bout to cock,blow n serve..show u up 2 be a crew of-herbs/