Imma rock da hood like crack in slums, u just an average punk....
So stop actin tough, u so pussy.. u can't even pee standin up....
This dudes a fake bitch, I blaz'em 'N watch him get mad.....
Beating string is no "BIGGIE" like a new Bad Boy Collab...
Hope u brought ya writtens, like dog catchers i brought shit to stop ya bitchen.....
Imma knock ya ribs in, cuz like orphans around the holidays... ur not that gifted...
i'll leave string burned 'N scared then left in the wreck, or left for dead.....
In text, im as underground as it gets... and still over your head.....
no need to put a vest on, i kill pride, kick feelings in.......
S.D. woulnd't bite you, you spit nothing worth stealing kid.......
Battling me dog you must be fuckin suicidal......
You get no votes in this bitch like black girls on American Idol.....
strings scripts is nonsense cause it lacks verbs, you wack herb.....
my rap words will knock you back-wards till ya back is fractured......
jumpin this bitch like obstacles, grab the specs my shit is optical.....
pack punches for this homo blowin my nuts like my dick was tropical.....
Im tired of battlin gays.. That Fuck from Behind For Pleasure......
Homo i got guns that leave ya "Chest Open" like I was Findin Treasure.....
fuck "Queer Eye For The Straight Guy" get a Blindfold for this "Gay bitch"....
Cause Skillwise, your lyrics are "Nothing To See" like a girl with "Size “A” Tits".......