Like Lloyd Banks said 'I'm a warrior' and with my lyrical fire i'll be scornin ya//
Right now I'm warnin ya, Within these lines, you know i'm gon' be floorin ya//
TRIGGA in your name but yous a pussy when it comes to guns//
MATRIX can only blame his mom for raisin' a coward son//
Fists to you means you got em up your dads ass//
But fists to me means that the first will be my last blast//
Nobody knows just where you came from or how you got here//
The only thing we all know is you aint hott here//
Rhymes'll leave you bleadin out ur mouth, with a swollen tongue//
Cos with the shit spits you hit, looks like ur speakin out the wrong one//*

*wrong one=wrong hole aka talkin out his ass

All i got man, soz bout the time,

lets see ur verse