full of rage & car-nage, i remain tha heart-less with ya heart-bitch/
Ken Kanif from tha Har-vest, Slimmer than Shady's bar-lift/
ya say the darn-dest, your the reason why parents wanna leave-their-kids/
I’ll punch ya in the chest so hard, they could brush ya heart 4 finger-prints/
Can't contend-with-CyKo, cuz im sicker than a pitbull mouthfuking a rabi/
Rinse ya mouth from tha crap-lines but still ya breath just dont smell-right/
ya intereseted in ribbed-cocks, hit-soft, how tha fuck ya suppose to spit-box?/
dicks-rock!, Gate's shits-blocked, you can't come close to CyKo-Gawd!!/
your lost, dazed and confused, ya stink worse than peppy le peu/
Gateway has no Clue, like Camron, wondering who came w/ the Professional 1 & 2/
compare 1 line to 1 inch, punch ya like Bruce Lee cuz all it takes is 1 hit/
thus-hit ya up-lip, til ya clutch-this hold it in ya hands and suck-dick/
The last place ya was b4 ya Hit ground, like Aaliyah, was when ya rocked-tha-Boat/
saw Cyko and took a Left, Have a better chance of surviving if ya got-with-Row/
Gate's jabs jab-real-slow, CyKo hits quick as ya breast plate cracks-&-folds/
back-fo-mo, i slam-gate's-folks, tear their arms out and tells Gateway here are hands-to-hold/
damn-ShYnE-cold, you can shower in my piss to feel my fire rain-on-ya/
dazed-on-drugs, i flame-on-mugs, i take GateWay's energy & have him play-on-nuts/
I write my verse without ink and use your blood-in-stead/
a white shirt so i slice-ya-chest, cuz i rather see ya in shirt-in-red.......