J DOT will merk this prick and pay for his funeral/
knock him down in the secound round like he Roy Jones Jr./
i'll put u where my sig's pointin, if im disrespected/
spit words in folks ears like im highly infectious/
i dont need to hear u flow first, i'll rip u apart/
nail u up to the wall, and start playin human darts/
im cold, but i pack heat, even in winter/
i'll merk this beginner, and have my words get inside him like a splinter/
dawg...u more square then spongebob and that aint even the half of the matter/
when i pull the gun out, imma aim past yo blatter/
you could run but u cant hide, im coming wit dozens/
cried about goin first THREE times, dawg, u buggin/
this is my 7th battle and i went first everytime and thought nuthin of it/
i wanted a battle, u want beef, then imma start grubbin/
im not really a rapper, i dont even try/
i just put words together and make sure that they rhyme/
and they do, so i got skillz or it must be luck/
niggas dont care if u was 'ARREST'ed, u stupid fuk/
u could be locked up like AKONZ, 8 times, and still wont be hard/
bitch u softer than a pillow, now spit yo bars/