Its gettin dark, you sick wit tha slick remarks?
Kid, Such lines is in more fuckin sigs than tar
You ripped apart, n' the intro, its sick black
This kid gassed? Great yo, I got a lit match
I rip fags, silly seaman, ya favorite drink is really semen
Dicks is like Any Given Sunday scripts, they got Beamen
Never will this kid be breathin, Im rockin this guys force
Try to survive whore, but I stomp this fag quick
An the only time you put up a fight is promotin boxin matches
I pop a black 5th, now you dyin to lose, you rhymin wit proof?
Yeh, proof ya records more ahead of its time than you
I find it too, bad that you had to add lines, but hell kid without
Addin nice ones, addin filler bars aint bout to help you out
You thought you were dead at first tha lead’ll burst give you tha reddest shirt
I could throw alphabet blocks in tha air an come up wit a better verse
Shots in ya flannel, warn peeps who believe they all sweet
Kid wanted me to take a break by offerin his pause key
Easily torn, yo, leave spits dead on guys site
My key to victory? Basically every letter I type
Imma still eat cha, fucken bitch, I'll eat ya crew
eAZy clear out more heads than Noxzema do
Pop 3 in you, you gay and like it in ass sir
Have this kid seein stars like he was typin in his password
Now lemme pop tha truth about LC, I dropped tha crew
I left Lost Chronicles because I knew they was coppin you
Now everyone understands why Madd P dosent feel girls
Only nice thing to ever come outta ur toWn is The Real World
You still get fucked, 30 bars? Kill it brah
And I aint askin no questions when I say man you suck