listen up son/ i aint scared of your rhymes/ so now is it my time to drop them nickles and dimes/ cause i think you cant handle them dolla signs/ i got your message/ i think you need to give your rhymes some spinach/ cause when you battle me your finished/ your done/ its over son/ my rhymes so hot it out blaze the sun/ Aerosmith said Jada's got a gun/ boy recognize i kill hoes for fun/ I got more important things to do/ then to fuck with you like going to school/ getting my education/ I am tired of weak ass niggas like you trying to hate me/ GangstaJ dont come in my face acting like a full package/ your lyrics back up your title,your brain damage/ dont compliment my skills then diss me like that or ill shock your mind with rhymes like we was at radio shack/ ill use euphansia to end your world of misery/ ill cut your heart in half using lyrical lines of symmetry/ J just kick back go get some ice cream from the vendor/ you so stupid you thought Boyz II Men was a child car center/ check it J you might rhyme rhythmically/ but that dont mean i cant burn you with test tubes chemically/ these lyrics will take your fucking breath away/ if you spoke your mind then you would have nothing to say