Ya name states u strayed away from the right path.//
n that shit makes sense ta me since I got u leekin like a bloodbath.//
You jus a rook who stated the fuckin obvious.//
Your mediocre , ya got no chance in hell beatin me , n ta that ya oblivous.//
Nope! not even curious, ur rhyme skills are pathetically hidious.//
You rushin at me is like sayin Ricky Williams is gonna win a rushin title.//
The point is ya not even in the game, the only real chance you got is quoten scriptures outta the Bible!//
N not even then are you gonna get at my lyrical thesus.//
Cause hoe, I'm on a level higher than Kanye when he walkin wit Jesus.//
What ever the reason, I leave you battered an bruised in any fuckin season.//
I'm sorry to say that ya chances are diminshing like a snow flake in 90 degrees.//
Cuz muthafucka I'm a G.A.M n u lil boi, so u can suck on dese, cuz I do whatever I please.//