got y'all copyin me...cuz ur raps are too lame to climb-in
shit.....I got all these herbs following me like my name's simon
cuz i'm ill with my rhyming.......ain't no one out there to measure
u bitches all run 'round the place,askin for dicks in ya rear,for pleasure
i keep track of the weather,i know wat's crackin on ya minds
u study my lines..bite my styles..cuz i got all wat ur lacking with rhymes