STRING IS IN THE BUILDING

eh yo ya guts get cut up like a pie in ya middle
u couldnt "handle" String wit Iverson's dribble
he so desperate he paid me to battle him
fuck it, u get "phive" shots in ya abdomen
my raps a sin, i'll burn u, and half ya men
but wait! back.. to.. him
i aint lyin u get popped more than a pack of as-per-rin
if the world was like u we'd all start bitin
my punches make ya head roll back like wal-mart prices