yo ruff i hit 'lines' like 'cocaines' dyin, i 'cook' em by the 'batch'
ur raps have worse 'quality' than 'country gigs' w/ 'no strings attached'
i 'whipped' u like a 'bad schoolboy' u'll be sorry, filled wit disgrace
i'm just 'rocky', u couldnt punch wit me if i 'tied ur hand to ma face'
even if u 'kilt' ur verse i'll turned into 'jason', u'll have to 'bury me alive'
u soft, 'lil pussy' mixed wit 'glocks' cuz u just used ur 'last 9 lives'
i could 'see' ur punches comin a mile away, even wit 'eyes all swollen'
a 'bird' to these RV Vets, puttin they dick out, w/ ur 'mouth wide open'
u like it 'ruff'er than 9 prostitutes combined u 'thugg'ed out like pac
i told u not to tread in 'water' i 'merked' u 'tuff' luck, u aint comin back