Ya Lyrics Aint Fatal....Run From Trouble Like A Baby Under The Table,
I'll Put Your Ass On That Flat Line....................See If You Stay Stable,
Your Unable To Defeat Me "Kid".......... Stay In Your "Baby Cradle"
I See It So Clear Now.............Like Threw A Glass Of Water......
Your Here To Elevate But You Cant Get Hotter And Hotter.....
Only Way Is If You Morph To A Torch,...That Would Be The Day,
I Got A Razor Blade And My Fist...............Wan' Play???
How You Gone Talk Heavy And You In A Crew Called Pink???
JESUS CHRIST Yall Are Worst Then The Group Nsync.......
I'll Throw Punches Dead At Your Rectum,.................
Your Crew Bin Acting Up I Have To Inspect Uhm........
Accepting This Battle...........Your In A lot Of Danger,
But Aye Come Put Another Win To My Record Yo Dont Be A Stranger