yo you call yourself a thug but u been stepped on more times then a rug
my lyrics dont come cheep i wait for your throat to bleed
yea im a greanade i need a hand throw me a spade
i play blackjack till ya girl gets played
i lost my battles yesterday on rapbattles
but im comin threw wid this next style of rap
you couldnt spit even if i ran a lap
i connect with my lyrics as if i just rite it
you couldnt rap to save your life nigga i just stole your wife
im a backstabber watch out i gotta knife and wats your name
huff and puff you aint no wolf you couldnt even put down bricks i advise your ass to go home and think ill step on your ass till you turn to gas make the particles explode on the road like need for speed now im leavin this battle you betta check how you fuck ya mum wid greed