u goin to get a lyrical ride on a roller coaster, burn u up ima toast ya. buss u down eat ur insides lik a vulture. my lyrics cost more than an autographed 50cent poster. all u pop is shit dats it, wen i kill u it wont be by a gun, it will be by the lyrics dat i spit. ur rymes is crap, dont get slapped, or get shot up wit my loaded gat, i didnt rap for a little while now im bac and more phat than biggie and pun so its a rap. im tha next tupac, dont get mad cause u not, even ur gurls think im hot. lik llyod banks im on fire, after this u will retire. then i sing at ur funeral lik a church choir. according to this rap game u fired. my rymes is sick, one dose, and u cant spit dats it