i seen you spit before, you stink, like you full-of-cheese/
my rhymes are sharp enough to chink the claws of Wolverine

i ain't fat like Bizzare but you'll die when i sit on you/
i ain't 6 like D12 but i still shit on you

they call you trick cos' you turn em' like hoes/
i'll make you my bitch, you wack from head to toes

you walking a tight rope, burning ya last fire/ i live through like Cruise in Interview with the Vampire

i'll embarrass you, make ya cheeks red, like the blood on ya sig/
you wouldn't roam the hood at night you internet kid