Aight...anotha bitch stepin up....see what happens.....look
this bitch is an herb, his ass bout to get kicked to tha curb
cause you know this faggot cant spit hardcore action verbs
nigga gonna feel left outta the mix like a jew on christmas
acceptin this battle son is gonna be ya verbal 'Death-mask'
ya shits old, been played more times than i care to count
bitch soon its gonna be your existance that lies in doubt
cause this will be the last verse you ever attempt to spit
ya just breakin wind like alley mcbeal tryin to take a greasy shit
the simple fact you try to rap just makes me laugh inside
goddamn son, to accept this shit, must be outside ya mind
ya death warent is signed,quit while u can, get back to tha daily grind
and forget all about this rappin, it just aint ya game
ya shits like a house cat, mellow and outright tame
last time ya dropped a bomb the shit was in ya huggies
fuck this fat ass bitch, go eat another ho ho tubby
watch out when you run ya mouth on RV, ya might get burned
it took Wicked to teach you the lesson, i hope ya learned
that ya shits just wack and i mean that to tha fullest
ya shootin blanks while others shoot real lyrical bullets
that hit ya hard in the dome and penitrate ya ear drums
shit bitch if you were starvin i wouldnt even give u the crums
on the floor, so all i can say to you bitch is dont let the door
hit you in the ass on the way out you fuckin bitch made whore