comando cool whip,should be dis generals cool bitch/
i'm da type ta nit pick,where da scar on ya body i leave a dick imprint/
son u far from sick,u nothin but death from an aids hit/
i make fear so u should pray ta whateva god quick/
don't let fithy do it,eat ya rhymes and spit out ya spirit after he chew it/
it ain't just in english that dis nicca be flueint/
i know u wanna step to da mic......to late i just blew it/
takin u from rags ta ruin,talkin shit u don't know what u doin/
i stick swords thru ya chest wit ya momdukes on da back of u, doin da pullin/
try to go against me.... bes bring ya best/
i melt flesh, havin mo niccas belivin i'm god like david curesh/
in waco texas,i burn toyotas just ta get ta lexus/
u claim to be man, but bitch more den opposite sexs/