like 50 said is it a nightmare or a dream...put more 'x's on ya ass then the fucking magazine (xxl)
run around with a mask like i'm off of scream...leave ya blood in a container like it's whip cream
i throw more punches then lennox lewis, this a first round knockout it's a damn shame
everybody knows u a wannabe 50...trying to throw punchlines but u ain't bring ya "Game"
i smack down niggas who wish for a fight...lyrics string u along throw u in the air like a kite
to battle me u gonna need ya best verses...words subscribing u perscriptions like o.r. nurses
heater leave ya body black like funeral herses...put a bounty on ya head the price of gotchi purses
spin ya ass around like a ride at the circus...ya rhymes are like i.o.u's there just worthless
u could be an oven and still not bring heat...run my lyrics at ya ass like i'm a football athlete
unlike a priest u ain't got a prayer of beating me...i spit this off the top my head u just wrote your's recently
now u can battle me i welcome another "vic-tim"...i don't choose the battles my lyrics are the ones who "pick-em"
like d-block i carry two guns up...and hand out ass whoppins to ever who wants what
u need to revaluate the situation if u think i'm joke...lyrics crumble ya career like 9/11 leave u up in smoke
even if i was hung it wouldn't make me choke...the only way you'll come fresher then me is if ya a bar of soap
desert eagle leave ya body bagged like dope...if ya wondering if i got doubts about losing this battle i say nope