hardcore,lyrics rip ya bones like cardboard/
net text lord,flip computer ports to starboard/
start thinkin ma rhymes cold,trust,pussy you wrong,
trigger ya sprinklers,an start settin off alarms/
no fucker wants beef,holla at a mod for the stat sheet/
i win votes even if ma verse weak,cos no one wants they ass beat/
ya could call it extortion,mans approach me with caution/
leave ya burnt,mama told u,shoulda worn tht sun lotion/
flows disgusting,leave blood from ya broken nose just gushin/
am throwin blows in dozens,givin string concussions/
ma lines turn ya 94 to 1,tie up ya strings ya dun/
this puppet on rv,thugzy turn ya wins to a none/
bitch wer ya from,u in police protection,locations gone/
can play conkers on a string,split ya,ya get stomped/