When I pull the TRIGGA there's no bullets, the same ol' bullshit,
Niggas is empty but soundin off like full clips, Blood you couldn't fool crips,
Step to me you'll lose hips, you're gamblin your life that means you'll lose chips,
And I don't mean the one's that use dips, pussy you clippin hair from your two lips,
This ain't beef so don't pursue it, you don't suit it, and by battlin me you jus proved it,
I'll bus' a tooth quick, no need for toothpicks, I'm ill and too sick,
I'll kill a nuissance, a true prick, that's you since, your verses are gay news prints,
You stink like bad breath that doesn't use mints, I'll break in your house cuz I got the blueprints,
I ain't Michael I don't screw chimps, Cuz I'm your mum's new pimp,
I'm the king so I'll call you prince, after I remove you're rib, and leave you curved like shrimp,
It's simple I'll pop you like a pimple, once I pop I just can't stop like Pringles,
I grab my sack but I aint Cringle, you roll wit a crew and you're still single,
You play a role to try and mingle, give everyone your number and they still won't ring you,
My heart's colder than Pingu, so it won't bleed when I string you,
I'm a bee so of course I'll sting you, you shine more than dick bling do, I'll spit till that crowd sing ooh,