Yah OKAY real original rhymes,
dont u EVER spit the truth, in the booth, about ur crimes,
u try to flip shit on me dont u see,
u dont got the right to, u arent nobody,
i'll do to u like i've done to any one in here,
beat them to a pulp and kick them around like a can of beer,
the crowd jus loves me they cum to them quick,
they yell for me loud like ur mutha fuckin chik,
i can murda u wit anything knife and gunz,
so when i cum on the block u better fuckin run,
i told evryone here i dont run out of shit,
ur wack ass rhymes, makes me think u dont no how to spit,
ur lifes on the line, like ready to die,
fly far far away and say the fuck goodbye,
i dont meen to be mean and mad about this shit,
i give it to u dawg sum of ur rhymes make u no how to spit,
but when it cums down to it, u need to sit bak,
and watch me battle all u niggas that are tryin to run on my track,
cuz my track is called the top its tight when ur there dont fuck wit me nigga! u best be aware,
but hey i really dont fuckin care, jus like when im wit ur bitch pullin all on hair!