its a suicidal sickness headin to ya brain genocide/
im that thug that hit ya hard wit my lyrics make u wanna comit suicide/
see this aint battle cuz theres no challenge here/
see u dunt kno wat ta say u jus cry n wanna disappear/

dawg u aint got no chance against me/
see i graduated from gangsta college wit the illest spititn dagree/
im like a knife wound piercin threw ya chest/
r u sad gettin mad n humiliatidly depresssed?/

this is jus a lil sumthin that i had off tha top of my head/
im layin u out jus like a flat bed/
see my words run u over like a truck/
as u kan tell dawg u winnin dis battle is like 50 beatin young buck/

well im out with this win n my gangsta within/
so try n come at me n get a glock ta ya chin//////