^this kid must be dreamin that rhyme was a joke...
u could find pacs rhyme book an still have no hope...
im the most feared Emcee... in the whole goddamn RV...
its new years eve... so im ready to party...
lemme call ur mom... i got a box of mags an bacardi...
cuz u dont smoke... all u do is blow like a shotty...
i dont bark... but i do got more bite than a rotti...
my gun spark... leave donut size holes in ya body...
this is crime.... but u can refer to me as the don gotti...
this fag mr benjamin... is compensating for suttin...
he aint got no dough...this fake c-note really need to stop frontin...
he aint no stunt... he just a chump...
thats the one in jail wearing pumps...
getting passed around like a blunt...
i dont front.. i tell the truth even when i lie...
but its new years eve so fuck the beef lets all get high...
* passes the blunt to benjamin*
its ok take a hit cuz its gonna be yo last...
cuz i put that 45 to ya chest as u inhale an blast....