Nigga When It Comes To My Rhymes U A Plastic Doll,
I'll Box Ya Ass Up And Leave U Stacked In The Mall//
U Don't Want It With Me I'll Leave Holes In Ya Fitted,
And Have Ya Self Esteem At The Stature Of A Midget//
U Claim To Be Philly Bred,
But Ya Ass Ran Into A Phone Booth And Tried To Become A Star Like Bill And Ted//
U Better Off At Home,
Cause My Heater Will Leave A Hole In Ya Head Like The Top Of A Sky Dome//
I'm Hoping To My Throne,
And Ripping Ya Face Off When I Win You'll Wanna Switch Places Like Face Off//
U Need To Elevate Ya Game Cause Ya Low Like When An Airplane Takes Off,
And I'll Leave Stiches On Ya Head Like U Was A Baseball//
So Nigga Don't Step To This,
Cause I'll Have Ya Head Spinning Around Just Like The Exorcist//
Or I Can Brake Ya Legs And Have Em Tied Up Like A Pretzel Twist,
And U Ain't Even A Certified Thug//
I'll Leave Mud Tracks On Ya Face Like A Dirty Rug,
Nigga Why U Gotta A Picture Of Tupac//
I'll Let Ya Brain Drain Out But Only From Two Shots,
I Had A Feeling That U Was Feminine On The Inside//
I'll Leave Ya Head Bouncing Like Hydrolauics On A Pimps Ride,
Nigga This Shits Been Over//
I Just Kept Spitting Until It Felt Right So I Could Get Some Closure