( continued from his shit)
...ok wuteva nigga i may not land tha punches but my shit still makes u twitch
my hands get tired of typin thangs to you but i still do it coz i kno u flinch
bitch y u take this beef to tha heart
i had this wrapped up from tha start
ikno because ur shit remind me of marky mark
u a funky bitch wit saggy tits and big lips
thats y u talk all that shit wen u spit
but it doesnt hit u miss me everytime im too fit
like roy jones but im from tha streets i might hit u wit my phone
dont sleep on me jus coz u aint in tha zone
im bobbin n weavin ur punches like a drivers course full of cones
from satan to me u will see soon that im demonic
my lyrics give u tha plague like tha bubonic
if iwanted to i cood spit faster than sonic
but i smoked to much chronic n my mind is slow
no mo of this beef i jus ended it so stay seated
if u dont best believe im gonna keep bringin tha heat
u wanna keep bringin me down it wont work
cuz ill come back everytime and rise to my feet