Yo all right

I aint gonna waste any shit of mine on this nigga//
I too good for m so ill let him find out that I whipped ya//
You rappin worse than outtakes from tragedies//
At home you take it out on ya bitch..`Baby stop ... please`//
You stuck to the same lyrics like fucking siamese//
My punches will whack you, Ill find ya outside Chucky Cheese//
So go back hope and cry homie, weep//
Then tomorrow go back to the farm and take care of ya mother`s sheep//
Without money the couldnt tell me//
Whether you ok or in a research facility//
So listen up fuck you lost one-nil//
Dont say notin bout $atan i got another soul to kill//