Im Too Hott for RapVerse, step back or catch shots to ya heart playa
Im the bread slaya, got bitches round me Breathin harder than Darth Vada
And thats just the half, got chicks with thick ass blowin me, tryin to get cash
The kid blast, u think its a Weight reducin drink the way ya Chest Slim-Fast
And that aint all homie, som cats be thinkin im phony, til i press-the-fire
Hot out the dryer, and dudes call me Goodyear cuz i got the Best-a-ttire
Turned vets to liars, they figured Murdz would rise and fall like tha stock Market
So they sparked it, and now im the Biggest kid of the show like Eric Cartman
So ima stick to knockin geeks and Droppin keys like Nervous vallet workers
Ontop with a purpose, these lames could only Catch-up with Beef on they Burgers
Sub-mergin, im somwhere between the best and elite while yall less and the weak
Cuz when i read ya lame spits, i tend to Daze Off like the End of the Week
Put the hawk to ya cheek, ill put ya Dawgs in belief i aint Barkin religion
soon as i pull da glock it'll make ya Fly off ya stoop like a Group of pigeons
Yall shouldnt risk this, im gifted, come at me, garauntee ya diss miss
Cuz Murdz-in with the illest battlers like u got the Smack DVD for X-mas

.::BattleZ::.