i put da burner to ur skull and turn ur brain waves into heat waves..
da way i'm spanking you, rb go been thinkin ur a millenuim black slaved..
i clutch yo neck and send ur facial apperance in to da black pave..
and leave you blacked-out fo dayz/

is there a retirement squad fo wanksters.. if so, holla at dat fire-squad-gangster/

i ripp threw yo bitch ass with out no net info.. see me in flesh and catch heels to ur face by da timbos../

even if i came into battle tied up, u still couldnt do me.. cuz yo keys is str8 shyt, like u came off typing inside your pappi booty../

ask Bush, he know da Dubs flows be strong.. he even thinking bout lacing my lyrics inside da UNN bombs.. just to make a long story short, to kill Iraq scums..
when u read my text, they get in ur grill like gengavitist rottening ur gums..
dat will leave ur family members thinking u wuz a crack addict bum..
oopps dis battle is over, cuz i stepped all over ya like street gum/


dont pull a ns