you must be blind, a mastamind, ya mind cant masta mine,
i spit a verse that''lll blow ya mind,throw ya mind,off like a nine
popped off that''ll leave a hole in ya spine you cant flow n ya rhymes are like a fat kid runnin fallin behind
guns bigger than paul bunyan holdin all the time...

you dont want it wit me you''ll see a red dot
have you gaspin for breath grabbin ya chest like red foxx
one to ya head you''ll be in a red box come once you wont come twice like chicken pox eat that weak shit up like rice
ya verse you shoulda tossed like dice lost like christ to those who dont belive in the afterlife if you think you can beat me
you aint actin right the fo five leave you leakin like a sink tonite so think before you speak aight