after i fry your ass everyone will be saying Mier who?/
nobody got your back, your shadows the only thing rolling with you/

yo kid,to spit your verse and lose your running out of time/
only time i aknowledge your presence is when your thread is next to mine/

dude aint got a dick but he love that ding-a-ling/
im still hot when its 20 below freezing/

you cant spit tight shit, you aint able/
your flow is as unstable as a three legged table/

my rhymes are a promise,not a threat, i show no regret/
all this hardcore shit you talking, you just faking it/

yo we need a bodybag over here,some bitch died/
cuz this has just been a lyrical homicide/