Damn right im new/
And im better then u/
Spittin the shit so sick u might get the flu/
No skillz,u sound like the beastie boys/
u gon know about the ground when i heat them toys/
Six feet under/
still hear my thunder/
These r the times i sit back and wonder/
What the fuck im doin this bullshit for/
Spittin hot shit on these bullshit whores/