yo ur lyrics r weak/ u should have em liftin weights
ill send u spirit to hire peaks/give ur ma the latest updates
on how i left ya body upstate/my rappin i think u under estimate/ i sell bricks to cribs/ like real estate/u sell nicks to kids/and ya cells prepaid/ya crossed ur line a fate/now im gonna put u back in place/man u prolly havent even gottin to first base/so all u do is sit on the net and masturbate/u just mad cause labels turn u down like ya dads welfare case/after ur defeated ur gonna be takin place/by the next rapper that wanna get interlaced/and purposely misplaced/all put u in a box like wheat thins/cause my steel meet ya tin/leave nut residue on ya gurls chin/if u win that would be a glitch/cause u aint nuttin i go home and take a gangstashit