you soon to resemble a toilet, all pissed n shit/
'cause you fire rounds n still miss with hits/*
pissed I'm lit, I'm above when you fakin spits/
I'm passin 'dope slugs', an you affraid to take a 'hit'/
even for ya bitch, hey yo, now thas jus cold/
only time you goin straight, is when you passin up hoe's/
pubic hair, wasn't fair, 'cause you was tha last to grow/
ya punches don't hit even with a boxin mit attatched to flow/
fantasy braincancer, the way you thinkin you 'sicc' in the dome/
bitch, you couldn't be OFF THE HOOK, if you picked up the phone!/

Peace