i'm tearin his phase, you don't want it with me, i'll bury this gay
i'll get carried away with beating you... you'll just get carried away
take lessons kid, the championship bout is where i'm destined bitch
and since your head is gassed... to get there fast i'm gonna step on it
i'll wreck ya shit - next to my thought is the fact he never gon' drop it
Secret to the day he dies... he'll be the gayest skeleton in the closet
i'd rock ya shit, but it's already fossilized, old concepts are wack man
drop the guise, those punches are a throwback... into the trash can
rape his clout, i be dropping bombs that'll have you slayed in bouts
my punches hit home... - and they'll probably rock your trailer house
it's sad; only the lames'll doubt that you don't belong in this shit
since DaTrus is too scared to give you the boot, i'll stomp ya with it
those generic verses aren't working... you aren't taking this dyke
i've battered & bruised you before... that's why you aching to fight



excuse the lateness.