wit these's lyrical tools, i leave u like a retard,
u just sit dere, in ur wheelchair and drool,
u jus stare back, a punk pussy cant rap back,
u jus sumthing to laugh at, not likely to attack back,
cuz u been stripped of ur man hood, u dont even have dat,
you'd stand up if u could, but afraid to get slapped back,
....... to the ground, liven back on ur knees,
u need permisson to speak, sheit u need permisson to breathe,
death walking up ur sleave, ready to put dat ass to sleep,
foreva it be permently, for tryin to hurt me,
yo ass must be perkin,yo weak raps aint workin,
you noe dis fo certain, a preadotor on da mike i be lurkin,
everthing u are im cursing, its pain dats scared bursting,
ready to be let lose, as u dangle from a noose,
so do wat u choose, jus noe u gonna loose,
to me a lyrical beast, sumthing u cannot beat