nigga ya didn't want believe me/
so now ya WONDER y ya ass blind like STEVIE/
i give it to ya u got alot of confidence/
but ya ass has no common sense/
defeat to u is a familiar taste/
its that salty red substance thats all ova face/
and more flowin out from what is now a hole which was ya waist/
cause mah hollow tips like LAY'S, u can't just get hit by one/
so imma feed u tha whole clip just fa fun/
leavin whats left of u in ya own saturation so u can marinate slowly/
i know im 2 wicked wit mah ways, could be jesus himself and god still wouldn't console me/
and so damn demented that even satan loathes me/
comparsion to an emcee like me, ya ain't even at amateur status/
when its all said and done, leavin ya ass just a fraile ass frame wit no apparatus/
nigga the champ is here like mah last name CLAY and mah first was CLASSIUS/
the only otha GOAT thats close 2 me/
is when i peer into a mirror, let me give u a second 2 guess who's reflection i see/

holla