Here We Go.... Look Why Gonna Step To Me At 0-1,
My Lyrics Cut Through Ya Ass Like A Lightsaber Used By Obi-one//
U Not The Only One Plenty Other Victims Are On The Way,
Ya Ass Soft Like Puddie While I'm As Hard As Clay//
Nigga Don't Even Try To Compare The Post Count,
Cause I'll Shoot At Ya Ass Like I'm Working For Paramount//
Ya Name Sounds Really Funny,
So I'm Sliping Ya Ass Past The Irs And Under The Table Like Ya Dirty Money//
Hold Up I Think I'm Taking It Easy On U Kid,
Let Me Cut Ya Ass Up Then Leave U Stuffed In The Fridge//
I Don't Know Why U Got Dollar Signs At The End Of Ya Name,
I'll Smack U With My Money Bags They'll Joggle Ya Brain//

Time Out.... It's Time To Heat Things Up

I Done Seen Ya Shit Nigga U Wack From The Jump,
You'll Be On The Ground Outta Breath Cause The Pack Of My Punch//
Or I Might Just Beat U With The Barrell Of The Pump,
U Trying To Hang On My Balls Like A Std Based Lump//
Nigga Before U Step To Me Get Ya Face Checked,
Cause When U Come At Me I'll Leave Ya Ass Derailed Like A Train Wreck//
Now I'm Gonna Wrap This Up,
Cause The Shit I Spit Will Leave U Plastered Up//