why bitch, forget it and continue to spit
cuz even the blind can see how this rap-shit gets me a grip
gets me fames.... plus a bounch of fags to rip
and this is a freestyle... imgane how my pre-written gets
this type of battle style i master-ya
cuz i'll deposit a whoop'in befor the match.... like a pre-paid-mater-card *get it*
CHEA!! lets go....

LOOK MAN,
you want my line streach or short,
im a hustler with coke, the way im strech'in-shorts
but u'll get put in a strech(er) if u short
the way im pulling ya cards, its like im streching ya short's
and i NOSE ya LINE aint CONNECT'IN... like a fin stress'in to snort
its like im in a room full of god the way i get bless'in from all sort
and it aint a GAME when i leave you with just ya ball's on the court....

CHEA LOOK MAN,
im mean when i rap, the fens get attached
the beam on relacks, sheels u can catch
bail befor i crack, u tell then u're snatch'ed
you snail's i'll get lap'ed, then nail'ed with a bat
you faile then u lack, kid-nap-ya then mail ya back
u a rob hustler that cant fill-the-block
ya flow CURRENT... but i dont FEEL A SHOCK
ahh fuck it i need to stop.......
cuz u'll be ducking low like u need a COCK....
CHEA!!! mother fucker who fuck'in with me?