this aint a church dawg so dont offer me shit/
but ima make this son-day cuz i fathered this kid/
Flow is losing this battle, and you'll always be wack kid/
This pussy is getting carried away, like a kidnapped bitch/
Flow can't take it..Beat My verse? ..He'll get raped and quit/
cuz he couldn't stand up ready.......If he had a date with It/
but like cheap brand plastic that just shit he cant-preserve/
cuz he only got balls over-the-net like pete-sampras-serves/
n call me a liar, but I'll say ur mothers head game is fire/
the way she dives in head first n gets splashed in the face like professional divers/
you elevating? Going through the sediments of the evident/
that your style's like 'camera film' you need to take time to 'develop it'/
see i'm like Pedro on da pitcher's mound, i got dis unda control/
it'z no defense aganist my lyrical curve ballz... they aimed fa' ya soul/