how you try'n to read and rip when ya punk ass is elitorit/
yo dawg, i know your in your pireid, but don't have a fit/
for either one of us, there's nothing to benifit/
EXCEPT THE FACT I'M GONNA LYRICALLY POP 16 CAPS IN YA MOTHA FUCKA/
you know that i did heard about that shit with you and ya boy friend, sucka sucka!/
but any way, with you a weck bitch and me and my rap killing sensation/
youthey all can tell that i'm gonna be the one that's called for you time of assassaination/
cause truely, only way to beat me is to bring ya ryhmes to a higher elevation/
cause ya try'n to test this, now there's another artical in the newspaper/
but this time it's not going to be about your dad's wife, male rapper/
because ya shit is weck, you should get a new hobbie subjection/
cause pretty soon ya'll be dead, but it's just a painless injection/
but i think you would of felt the 10 hits with that bat, sorry man they weren't optional/
why aren't you moveing or breathing, i think that shit made you disfunctional/
after being hit with this combonation/
ya gonna need to be rushed to the emergencey station/
cause when i come in with my lyrical disastar, it's gonna feel like an alien invation/
cause motha fucka, there's no way ya can beat this cockation/
cause only thing ya got won't work, ya pycopathic tactic/
think ya sick, ya not ya dumb ass male chick, why don't you go fishing you fuck'n hick/