yo ill turn ya tee rose red/and like a stuckup up bitch ill leave wit no head/fuck wit me go head/no harm done/leave ya corpse decayin from my gun/and that lead to me layin in malibu/soakin up sun/before u thought u was gunna be pokin fun/at the illest mc/the realest next to run dmc/itll be suntin when me clips empty/now u aint frontin wit ya dome split cause u wanted to tempt me/i guess u a street ryda/but u started beef/and im ya meat supplya/put u in the ocean wit the charters and coral reef/have u in disbelief/cause my punchlines hit u so hard itll leave u wit no teeth/wit a heart cold like the deceased/and id go for for ya chain but its gold leaf/ the only grass u smokin on is under my feet/if it wasnt for instrumentals id use thunder as abeat/ so just except for defeat