Subliminal ryhmes, wicked lines, I spit from time to time,
Need help with ya' lines? Don't take no time, pitch in a fake dime,
When you feel happy you start to undress,
Drop your drawers see a slimy mess,
Don't look back or cut some slack or I'll give you a gat!
Find the master line of your master mind and give it a slap,
I'll hang you like a poster, a cup coaster,
Fry you up like bread burnin in a toaster,
I have my Game on and my hands down,
Call your bluff with my rhymes and their sound,
Diss your ass to the 4th century, You pay a cent for me!
I be collectin' all the money you spent tryin to defeat me.
Oh, by the way when all your dick ridin friends come down today,
I'm still dissin your ass anyway, any day, Bitch you aint got nothin to say!