yo damn homey i heard u once u dont gotta say it again
ur ass is soundin desperate like u need some friends/ 1
Wit this bottle of vodka ill be able to transcend
any fuckin shit u spit at me man/2
U try to lay some martha stewart shit on my like talkin bout pound cake
Any playa kno by that sentance ur ass gotta be fake/3
Wit my sick shit ill leave u emotionally scarred from rape
Ill keep u in my closet and shut ur weak ryhmes up wit tape/4
u dont even kno the shit im thinkin rite now
u ever mix acid wit cocaine, then plow /5
straight thru a nursey skool for the deaf and blind
In weed terminology ur swhag but im kind /6
here we go again wit another bastard tryin fight me
Its hard to punch me out when i even keep my face icy/7
ur goddamn rite bitch i pierced my whole face wit diamonds
I fuckin just won u over didnt i? .. and im not even tryin/ 8
This battle is getting lopsided i think u should quit
Im bad for u , i m cancerous like a marlboro stick/9
Dont let me upset u tho U ryhme good for a 'mo
but i got more talent than u in my pinky toe/10
there we go back to anatomy like ur funky armpits from france
Ur ridicoulous man , like goin to a club and not even tryin to dance/11
im hardcore snigga , and ur n sync like lance
My motha fuckin ryhmes will takle u like a three point stance/12