was on my dick back in the day and now think u can beat me lets go son


ya words lack bite like muzled dogs ya rhymes leave no scars
like fat people tryin arobics strecthed marks is alias for ya bars
I phrase an harm got ears ringin lke bazed alarms
u could father 2 sleeves an still couldnt raise an arm
wannabe NaS rapper keep swearin hes a streets diciple
bitin my shit he really has a thiefs theme on a daily cycle
runs out of paper so create just prewrites on his vest
battlin mes the only way hes gettin shit off his chest
im consumed in ya eyes like cataracts supportin pupil babies
sunned u without adoption papers no need to follow with truthfull maybes