no mercy on dis 1; it's goin down

they callin me 2 leave body parts in array as my 9 puts "dots" in "J"
invision me slumpin dis chump in a dump where his body can decay
sayin u a knock out queen from "sack" town i'll leave u sack bound
stick ya nut sack in tha back of ya mouth wit more "heat" than shaq's town
just ask ya girl i'm her world she always speaks of how she misses me
she tradded u off like Doug Christie u off tha bus like u got dissed by Missy
JDOT, u couldn't hit me wit a punch much less ya lyrcis betta yet a jumpshot
cali aint been hot since 2pac......thinkin cuz u on tha net u gully? ha! 1 word.....flop!!!!!
they say cali's th a golden state but with peeps at your rate it's turnin pink
my spiritual lyrical abuse is tha truth leavin ya emotions mixed like club drinks
gettin rid of me's a hassle i'll leave ya thoughts tied up like a tassel
nigga ya whole crew's fruity..... it's a wonder ya'll dont shit sour apple