U better flee bitch before ya head gets a 3 stitch Ill burry you in my shed you cant kill me I was born dead im locked in a cage you cant pass me my rage is on a level im a fckin devil I take shit to the depths of hell my hate grows bigga while I got my finger on the trigger you aint a real nigga realise you aint 4 real you dreamin ill slice you throat bitch you bleeding times up you screamin and half these niggas tryin 2 put me down yea and im a grenade I need a hand throw me a spade im in a trench im bout 2 blow my lyrics rite to da heart of ya soul its time to go home and tink wid brain cells pumpin this deep your lyrics come cheep
Now im on the suface clinging on2 da world like a leech when will da rasicm stop only way I gotta express is hip hop im naughty by nature its da way god made me ill do anytink to win even if I have to sin im a nigga straight thuggin half the niggas in da world just muggin im leavin now cause im sick of your rymes its times like dis wen you speak wid out a thought you so short u got rapped by a jelly baby u aint a real lady your just a wanna b slim shady I leaving cause bitches got this world turning the otha way from a betta day