Yo I'll i slit yo throat like a gash from a 'chete,
Eatin you for breakfast like a fatman wid spaghetti,
If a punch equated to a bullet fom a nine,
You'd appreciate dat you would die every time,
Nigga you a bitch in disguise, jus admit dat shit,
Now I've seen a couple of yo rhymes,why d'ya spit dat shit?
Yo da gap between our levels' always gettin bigger,
You v. me is like Vanilla Ice against Jigga,
Yo I pity you fool, like Baracus from da A-Team,
Only time yo ass iz beatin me iz in ya daydream,
I be murkin fake ones on a regular basis,
Look nigga me n you both know where your place iz,
Lyrically i'll leave you battered, left bloody n blue n black
Hit you nonstop like Blackjack wid a deck of jacks,
I dare your ass to try n lyrically attack man,
I'll leave yo ass needin more pills than PacMan....