look bitch
im on top
im here
im infamuz

i got ya punk ass crackin/
cuz ya bitch ass asprin/
is no longer lastin/
the pain was from my glock, and yes it was a crisis/
ya ass is bout to get shocked, and it goes something like this/

~up the tempo~

com on chitown aint nothing real bout ya/
everything ya do is fake even ya friends doubt ya/
ya verses are just a smear on my windshield/
ya might have been on top till i was revealed/
now ya sittin back bout to admit defeat/
even tho ya bitch ass is tryin to rock a beat/
but you cant... cuz you rocking skecters on ya feet/
nigga,... just when you had thought that the coast was clear/
my last line is here/
got ya hanging on a noose and ya whole family cryin' in tears/