a yo, you need to check this/
the only time i get pissed is when i'm pissin on your head bitch/
accept it, i'm the best in this section/
it's like i'm your Jinni and you really have a death wish/
my flow is better, you'll get roasted to toast with letters/
7 posts, but i'm still a micrphone holdin expert/ your rhymes are dead, put them motha fucka's on a stretcher/
in the last page i was playin at first/ and then the dame with the purse, (One Man Band), complained but never came with a verse/
and now your mad at me, suckin his dick/
while my lyrics are stuck up, and ain't none of your whack rhymes fuckin with this/ i might just be up in a whip fuckin your bitch/
rubbin her clit while i'm suckin her tits/ you should think harder and then try to come up with a spit/
coz your style is just disgusting and sick, thick and so hollow/
but i see why you don't spit, you really like to swallow/
shit, you think that you can do me, make my day/
but my record is no losses, and it'll stay that way/