Check it, he crossin my territory so now I gotta rip this nigga into shreds
The tip of my pencil killin him lyrically, like I'm usin some gun lead
He ain't ready for me, his raps to pre-mature it's in the stages of wettin the bed
My shit notorious like B.I.G., he tryin to catch up like a bunch of feds
He's just another white boy, an mc wannabe who tryin to be like the stars
But it's takin him 15 minutes just to think up one whole bar
Cus my punches crossin over like ghosts doin 187 like they inside of a car