this kid couldn't bribe for a win even if he had 20 Grand
coulnd't come near to touching me even if he had 20 hands

ya skills don't exist~like parapelgic's trying to bungi jump
taking ya whoopdie to "texaco" is the only time you'll touch a pump

lyrics slain this faggot~leaving victims in critical masses
this ya funeral, no burial~creamating u into physical ashes

u beating me~their's a better chance of chris reeves playing tennis
bring a full arsenal of lyrical grenades to ya door like al-queda sent us

in ya mind i want u to focus and really visualize this loss
if u straight then how come i always see u rocking lip gloss