this nigga made a mistake, thinkin he could battle me/
usually, i sell tickets, but imma merk yo ass for free//
spittin hollow tip rounds, send ya body to the earth/
when im through, imma make this nigga wanna go to church//
send out the search, cuz this niggaz gone missin/
my flow like mike jones, 4-4's im still tippin//
straight rippin, on the mic like you thought my name was grim/
you couldnt win this battle even if ya name was slim//
just admit it man, my flow is hot, it makes ya feel like dyin/
the only reason you bloodshot is cuz i sent ya home cryin//