CODE STEEL MOTHER FUCKER..... RESPECT US BITCH...

..ima pop ya vocal cord like from behind stealing a neckless...
ur lines BULLSHIT..they Build up Nothing like a won game of Tetris..
troop ya punches couldnt be "hot" if u "burnt-ya-fist"
im bugg'in?, i have yet to "Tear-a-Ris" ya like a "Muslim Extremists"
my punches'll leave u to grow fucked up on Rv like a retarded Fetus,
N if this win was a walk down the block, u'll struggle to crawl like a parapalegics...
N like lowis lane im glad u'r here to get the scoop
cuz u'r like a news-reporter in iraq, still not yet concider a TROOP....
LOOK, S.M bound to fall like a avalanch call from mother nature...
and i maybe AMP, but u'r only shockin when ya set off ya pace-maker..... BITCH....


CODE STEEL BITCH...

WE GOT THIS.....