you ready to die''
cuz ima murder you''
and your fuckin crew''
run far run fast''
im pull my 4-4 and put this cross top in yr ass''
yr rap is trash''
youll never last like a plane wit no motor''
yr gonna crash''
i could put yr vocab in a sash''
you think ur smokin hash''
i sold u shit.....lol...and u payed cash''
u dont get naked wit ya chick...''
cuz that fuckin rash''
you try a comeback but the only shit comein''
is yr gay friend all over your back''
i wipped my dick out and gave yr mom a heart attack''
numbers in yr win colom u lack''
my numbers are startin to stack''
and im fuckin new''
and i just stuck u like a a ten pound tac''
materafact''
*turns off lights* sit in the black''