aye dun ya lyrics are trash n I take out garbage/
dont dare bring beef when my niggaz is starvin/
dass ah bitch move/u freeze when da guns on u.. stupid bitch move/
I hate haters, now I know how it feels to be a Laker/
faggot couldnt get hard if he jerked hisself wit sand paper/
niggas dick so small fuckin piss on his balls/
its kinda hard to talk when the barrels between ya jaws/
fuck night vision/t.k.o. ya ass fuck ah split decision/
fuck god emcee u crazy 4 dissin me/
if this was a gay cite u would pay the admission fee/
n fuck who disagree/
u git mo balls put on u than a football tee/
not freddy but bring u nightmares like elm street/
when u vision thoughts about dissin R.O.D/
I drop bombs on cowards like pearl-harbor got/
my dope rhymes line up mo heads than a barbershop/(crackheads)
RB dont pay me but Im hired to kill/
leave ya blackass imprinted in the street,like when tires squill/(black marks)
run u outcha buildin juss like a fire drill/
pick u off when u come out, so u can call dat a fire drill/
wow 2 disses must be somethin u admire still/
Ima front line soldier cuz I fire at will/
Screw all tha Haters
Fuck God Emcee n everybody else who gotta problem
wit R.O.D this shit gettin regoddamndiculus fuck yall
Oh Yea
R.O.D. yea/ # 1 clique hea
If u represent us, throw ya signs up cheah
now lets git it clear
God Em..cee's queer
yall know he blow
take up the A hooooooole....