u aint lyrically ferocious imma leave u spiritually hopeless/
like u were in a prison shower and soapless
ill cut ya ankles off........ so how u "trip" with no feet//
how u gonna battle me u like a ship with no fleet//
now u sunk below sea level u not seein my level//
cause youll "trip" and fall so far...... youll be seein the devil//
how u already lose..... before my verse touched down//
ya girl must b a football fan cause she always let my dick// touchdown a yo this battle is now over//
u the one that go to they gay clubs and "trip" and bend over//
ya girl's chump change imma sell that heffer//
knock off 3 of ya senses and have u feelin worse than hellen keller//
got problems? call 1-900-lyrical assassin//
imma lyrical killer ill put ya brains in over 900 caskets//
and turn 'em plastic in a recylcing bin//
or ill put the gat to ya face and recyle ya chin//
i dont need a beat//u aint got guns no more
like "hardaway" u used to do ya thing with the heat//
ya verse is stuck up// ill put acid in ya stomach and like "alonzo"........ in the "mourning" ya kidneys will be fucked up