Look, its Evo back again...stay writing with a pen...
The shits been done...but lets do it again...
You cant spit rhymes...cuz u spittin tar...
Skip over these lines...but u couldnt hanlde this bar...
My flow can be uneven...like the shit really matters...
Punk haters cant see me...but none of that shits is a factor...
Stay rhymin from day to night...and night to the morning...
Your out there spitting rhymes...but all your shits are boring...
Its the Champ comin back in here...squashin u guyz like a bug...
I stay deep like an underground rapper...& hangin wit Slim Thug...
I spittin fresh rhymes all the time...you biting you shit from rhyme for rhyme...
I dont really care if your wack...cuz you know im going to get wats mine...
Fuck the haters over here...and the fucka hater who's over there...
Just by looking at your rhymes...all your punches are bare...
I stay rhymin from the top of my dome...& I live in a home...
Your like a stupidass dog...cuz you stay fetchin for the bone...
Reppin the 412...& bitch niggaz think they own a tough crew...
Just by looking at your punches...you only have a few...

- Evo