So I gotta spit first, well I'll do my worst
Pull out tha Voodoo and leave you cursed
This is a freestyle, it's not rehearsed
I'll leave you Limp like Biscuit, change your name to Fred Durst
Be silent for a minute, can you hear that?
Thats my fuckin gun goin clip, clip, clap
Next step is me cockin tha mafuckin hammer back
Puttin tha chrome to ya dome, then split, split, splat
There goes ya brains causin a bloody mess
But that's just what happens when you put me to tha test
I hope tha few jabs I've thrown ain't got you shook
Cause there's more where that came from, so watch for tha hook
Yeah, I'll break ya fuckin jaw, put cha in yo' place
Leave ya like Michael Jackson, have to fix yo' face
And I see ya think ya smart, well I am too
Man, Breathalyzer tests are set higher than your IQ
Now I got you envious, and you envy me
It's fukin obvious, every rapper here can see
I hope you ain't mad, do I got you pissed?
Well, guess what, playa, ya ass is dismissed.