dont think u stand a chance cuz you saw my spit on the cypher cuz u'r dead
i wont use guns to aim at him, i'll stab him with pencil to fill him up with led/
tell me whats your secret to ur veres?...i’ll just investagate more
I got to the bottom of wackness & found Don asleep on the floor/
y r u full of shit? u dont even comprehend da battle speeches
even ya hits 'arrive to die on land' like whales on beaches/
kid its wrong, dont do it, shit.. why you set up ya death
should of put ya brains infront of ya feet befor you took that step/
this dumb fuck dont know what to do an i can clearly see him choking
cuz you the type to go to a handyman when u get u'r spirt broken/
there no help for you, so pray while i type... that ransum collaps
cuz your verse like a thong...it wont cover your ass/
u'r dead kid, cuz my shots are bullets not pel-lets
an don..I'll spring an attack that will leave fall and winter jealous/
another fag thinkin since hes cypher was decent.. battles he handles
so ya ass know, ya creations? all fruit sent like fragrant candles/ MOTHER FUCKAH....

YOU AINT FUCKING WITH ME....
PIEROD...