spit at me kid, yo im more in tune, to make hits like a make-shift warren moon/
who do you think you are...mr. bigstuff, ya big mouth is gonna look south on dis nig "tuft"/
I'll end ya career wit my knife and my gun, go home, give a kiss to your wife and my son/
I seen ya raps, big loser hearin the "bell tone" (k.o.), you need heart wit them "weak bars" like cellphones/
you aint a rapper, you a clown, yo text is "funny", comin wit them light punches like anorexic honies/
I aint nobody to fuck wit, so halt ya voice, you the rap alter boy makin noise when you suck dick/