What was that, at that rate you never will Sell Records/
Bonce couldn't "drop no hot shit" if he lived eating on Bell Peppers/
I got more bars than jail cellars, and you really ain't about shit/
I read your last flow, you're more worn out than yo outfit/
I doubt this man can beat me, I turn the heat up like an arsonist/
I wanna urinate on him so bad that my dick's clogged, n it's hard ta piss/
I'm fin to hit you with some shit that'll rip you without pistols/
you talk bout guns but the only time you held lead, was a pencil/
I carry stripes like Zebra's and I thought that I should jus teach ya/
you win? i'll be pissed....
coz yo stucture's more off than the leaning Twoer of Pizza.......