Gulliotine…you shouldn’t showed up dog cause now I’m a display anger with ease like little kids that hold up 4’s/
Your lyrics get blown out of proportion, like rumors that really never happened before/
You gonna need more action then whores, to go against me…cause I like fashion with 4’s/
I’m a be like Hannibal, make you eat your brain, but even then you couldn't speak your mind/
The world will see you as a rapper, when the streets go blind/
Gettin' rid of me is like throwin' a ghost in a pool/
Nothing gonna happen dog…plus you a fag, the toast in your mouth and watch you drool/
And don’t contradict on the way I spit, cause me and you facing off is like going to war with a mack and fifth/
I got the fully loaded mack, you with a fifth with no bullets in it bitch/
Cause you softer then my dick after I nut/
You gonna be after me like Will Smith after I cuss (curse)/
How you gonna shoot the gat, when your bullets scared to fly like they got Aviatophobia/
I spit this verse before I got Pneumonia, so imagine if I write when I’m sick…it’s a crazy thought like Shaq and Kobie huh/
Your flow don’t matter to me cause your bars came with a receipt/
Tell your ghostwriter he ain’t better then me, he better take a seat/
The only way you’ll be a G, is if you were after F/
And if you were after F, I leave your shirt like you spilled pasta on your chest/