i dout this young one spit out da net,
cuz he been on da web longer then spidas on house arrest /
why a bout in text,
when i rather spit bullets at ya mouth-N-chest /
im out for checks, see what trying to look cute does
so i'll stomp on ya stomach til ya poop-blood /
my style brutal like a gang of angry thug's
thats waiting to put more arms around ya THEN A GROUP HUG /
this lame trash, dont get ya brains bash when i rock-a-fella like danm-dash
blame ya fame thats ass, cuz in this lesson ya SHINE run out quicker then a AK blast /
u dont want to taste my wrath
cuz u'll look like a hungry bumb with ya face in the trash /

that should be good enuff 6 bars