yo dog sorry i had alot of work:
Ey yayo, its not ya day yo, wen u fuck wit me u cant play yo, Ill stay low,
i had to work full-day hoe...
aN I AM SICK, Ill spit diddy spit ma rhymes in yo face yo...
U fake ass tony yayo, u think im done wit ma rhYMES
i aint think so...
U prolly sit in yo house screamin yay, but no...
Dogg, afta this u gua be troubled, doubled, layin flat on yo back ova tha rubble...
But me im celebratin ma victory,
Damb.... I shouldnt be doin dis shit 4 free...
I cant believe im spittin against a chump like thee,
How u gonna make fun of a boy from Mi-am-i, when u come from fuckin Ha-wa-ii..
Dogg, This rap shit is too hard for u, go wax ya board, cause this battle got me walkin out tha door...
An u talkin bout rounds.. this aint fuckin basket ball, Dogg, they aint no rebound..
An this shits almost done, I can imagine yo frown, u loook like a fuckin clown...