I spit at level's which big's brain cannot obtain-
Still came half-way...based of the fact the herbs from maine-
I'll break ya face like casius clay...an i aint playin-
The only justice ya verse get's is while your swayin-
I should be chargin rent...for your face leasin my fists....
But i feel remorse...When I view your merk'd list's-
The fact that you've battled shit...is enuff to rip your spit-
On top of all that, you rep a 2pac...west coast pic....(herb!)
Admit the shit....you couldn't cut a deal...in the sunday paper-
Your like your girl but emcee'in the fact that your both faker's
Think'in your the ryhme killa....lol...your a bitch at best-
After I'm done wit your grill, you can toss out that crest-
Cus I'm clypto wit my rips...I'll displace hips...leave this puss exposed...
Fully unclothed...you stepped in my thread....but ho you left Ko'd-
It's cueball's deathrow....