I slept on u, I didn't kno this young punk could rap this clear
But i'll still leave u winded, naw, 'air-doubt' like unsure 'atmosphere'
You need to stop talkin bout cuttin me up and think of some new shit
Cuz after this Soulja's name will be echoing in ur ears like Dj Clue music
I'll smack you, then, make u look wack with ten and i look great with eight
I just gave u food for thought..give me ur head and i'll even break the plates

only he can savior ass, so i guess u ought to bless christ
or maybe not..read the bible, even jesus lost to death twice
pull the penis, slap bitches, rap riches, but son be poor spittin
kid i'm bout to make u drop dead faster than a clumsy mortician
didn't wanna post for real, coward, somebody ripped ya spine from ya back
but i'm a nice guy, slatter ya brain over a couch so ya mind is relaxed
test and get did, ya rhymes are weak, don't try to flex and get big
death is that kid, truth is, i'm the reason u get to have that 1 in ya sig
fuck u and ya pompous spitten, just a pussy, watch the man stomp this kitten
ya mouth talk shit, but ya body movement is givin ali's hands competition