SR$ nigga im ok wit u dissin me cuz we both kno u like my style
but side wit youngkilla and ur bound to get killed excution style
while at home i sit readin ur lame ass shit..take lessons from ur mom and learn how to spit
grip a dick instead..its wut u killa ike n retro do best
test tha skillz of a master and ull see who can ryme faster
tha faster i go tha more ammo i relase please stop typing
no hype to begin with u cant spit ur shit takes a hit split
ur dome go home its like saran its a wrap wit sum of this
and sum of that rat a tat tat pap pap wit da macc stacc
doe fucc hoes smoke dro no mo from u 2 tha crowd screams
booooooo so now u cry boo hoo we told u u succ but u dont listen
FUCK YOU..IKE N RETRO too skooled u in tha art from tha start
wuts tha comotion tha poetry iz in motion
embrass it rub it on ur skin like lotion fill it in ur lung like hypnotic potion
youve been merked all tha way to hell now as u dwell in tha pit
think of tha shit that u spit then u can skip ur faggot asses outta hell
come back and get merked again o well i told them bitches
maybe ur rhymes wouldnt be gay if they didnt sound like u were twelve
nigga u lucky im in skool u jus got saved by tha bell.