wait..are you guys serious..?yall think yall are that ill?damn too much acid for you mang.

yall better chill before i find where you live/
if i find where you live/
then yall fine me for what i did/
what i did/
is how i live/
no ones shiverin but your quiverin innocent beligerant tricks/
bein ignorant to the fact how we just crack your false facts/
pause, rewind go back and study my raps/
analyze my wordplay/
fantasize your rubber ak that you bought from KB/
maybe, you need to put the mic down and find out whos the illest pastor to this hip hop convention/
manipulate your sad inventions you like to mention and refer to your shit as mastered/
you know nothing of the craftsmenship and hardwork us artists put together and paste and erase these false commercial raps they keep coming back/
so we keep pushin back/
keep cussin on tracks/
can't stop this anger released/
because of these petty beefs/
need and lack of attention to when yall were younger/
so you ponder and wonder if you really with wack or you put yourself on your own wall with your own plaque/
imagine, but your in your own fantasy/
with pansy beats/
fancy kicks/
so alla sudden yall mtv models/
snap yourself back into reality cuz you ain't fifty yung bitch!