solja you still suck on my worst day i could shove scrable pieces up ya ass and u still couldn't fuck with my word play//

you can't write rhymes go rock and roll try stop the flow cause i stay on top of soul{sol} like Dr.Scholl's//

ya face will get smashed ya ribs will get cracked thats all the shit i did with a bat and i will stay sonning solja like fathers with kids in Iraq//

face it ya wack at will i'll stomp ya you suck so much if u gave head for land your brian{intelligence} still whouldn't conquer//