dude fuck your style... i'm heading straight up on a mission,
my punches are double R's, and i ain't talkin about your initials
..I kill 'em, anyway that the come.. imma slaughter,
& you're the father of rap? shit, then im fuckin ya daughter
& your crew's weak bitch, I'll straight just line them whores
With a line up thats nothing but wacks... like fucken candle stores
But i'm for real yo, this cypher'll have you in the ground spillin..
Got punches to turn ya squared dome into a fuckin round ceiling