i’ll stay sprayin for days..............this kids playin-with-gays
his spits couldnt be path-Illogical if he lost his way-in-a-maze
this battles a fairytale n imma be the gingerbread man cuz u cant-catch-me
even if we was playin cards n both drew a pair yo still cant-match-E
it dont matter this bitch tryin to be Mrs Mathers, so gather all yo ammo
erupt fire on yo ass like a volcano, yo lines couldnt play me if i was a piano
neva attractin a woman cuz you couldnt make the bed rock if you was Fred
its like im drummin my verse into your brain im guna get it through you head
your aim is clearly off target your showin emcees that you miss-this way
my punches goin thru you, makin your ass more “holy” than Christ-mas day