it official Im dah ryhme writer,he conjure up termites like the pod piper
but listen lets both do dis so deh can si who nicer,im like bloood i like applyin pressure
u cant measure mah ryhmes wit a tape measure.................................
but sonny wi kno all u spit iz lies, u could si it if u look in his eyes
he want 2 battle sin i wonder y,tryin 2 find out info 4 dah FBI
cuz wi all kno u fake rap,im a take u away u kno kid snatch,put him 2 sleep u kno kidnap.....................
put ur fukin face i ur moms lap,she say sonny u gone git hit cuz dah way u act
u aint fukin tough,n wrestlin wit guys is dah onli time u rough
but put out ur chest like u buff,ima bust diss k at ur chest n blow out ur cotton puff
which fukin punchline champ,im blowing niggaz brains out like a thousand amps
lets send him 2 thug camp,u wouldnt last a minute u a fake champ
im a fukin bust at ur limbs n send u 2 War Amps