fuck a mic a line a ryhme an a beat jus remember when u see me on tha street that on muh feet are those airforce heats//
lemme find u in tha streets ill stomp u into a bloody pile of meat//
take a seat while i flo to this beat its sort of unique an when I spit it u cowards know that its me the other white boy... whos slinging heat//makin u faggots become meek
thats what I seek a fuckin battle feat now the next line I speak
gives u tha next weapon emcee its some concrete//