You not a gangsta, ya 'lifestyles' like 'condomns', all about 'safety'
U aint convincing, you hella 'skinny', so we kno u aint 'taste beef'
U scrambling out shots, so we kno 'mimesis' searching for fame
43 wins from herbish lame but yo 'semi-mis' me just like your name
U can't catch up to me, I'm fast....u should take a lil rest
I'll snatch ya tongue out, then throw it back to u, so u'll catch ya breathe
cut my brain to see my thought, theres yo advantage bitch
u could put yo feet where yo asshole is, and still wont run shit
i think u should put a knife in yo rhyme book, and when you spit, we'll fear it
cause even witta mouth full of 'peanuts', you wouldnt be 'roastin' lyrics