wack cats like you stay deep in alleys/
Tryin to make a buck from a fuck wit yo pally's/
A K A fuck wit yo boy homey/
A K A take a chrome to yo dome homey/
A K A wearin foam til you know'm homey/
A K A keep em growin wit da bone homey/
Aight, enough of that dipset shit/
Bout to put a bullet through your mouth, and make you spit it back out your clit/
Your crew can be referred as a clique/
At least I think that's what a group of white girls in High school is/
I drop more laced lines than Rick James, you spittin like lines of linen/
What I mean to say is soft, call you Dracula cause all your lines are bitten/
I'll keystyle and not give a fuck/
you'll take an edited manuscript and hardly put that shit up/
I'll keep lyrically killin til I swig my last breath/
Ill steal your soul breath and body, might wanna call it EyeDentdy theft/
Yo you think this a game, but Im straight reppin G/
If you dream of winning this battle, it's about to become your final fantasy/
Yo this is the endin, and its established that Im wreckin/
I just slapped your record ass backwards, now you're workin with 7-11*/


*His current text record is 11-7