Sin-cere here u go its cheers,
lets make a toast, ur bought to get knocked out in fear/
Its gunna make u shrivle up and fall in tears, faster then
me goin down on ur gurl aint that sin-cere/
I hold it down for my block, when u cum across me its gunna be an eppisode like tupac, a bullet in ur chest, not a bullet proof vest, ur style is so smelly, u need to use crest/
Evrytime someone heres u its like a fuckinf test,
to see if sumone actually will listen to the rest/
this is jus the first one so im jus gettin started,
sooner or later the crown will be mine, you'll be retarted,
im sparkin it up so fast, like as fast as i take ur gurls close off in class/
If u beat my ass we'll go out as homeboyz , you'll learn not to mess wit ur mommas, sexuall toyz,
cuz im jus waitin to bust, im a lil filled wit rust,
but all of its gunna cum out when i scream knuck if u buck,
ur style is fucked jus get the hell on, dont think i didnt see ur faggot ass wearin sum chiks thong, but dont take it personally u still my nigga, until ur words fall out and i pull that mutha fuckin trigga/



All right dawg ur go