Yo, what you want to spit at me for
I got more guns than a pharmacy store
Niggas say go holla at cha boy
But they dont know i be ready like Pastor Troy
So can u tell me whos fancier
I done seen more keys than the school hall janitor
Cuz ima a biter
I can always come tighter
They call me da heavy weight champion fighter
I only make you lighter
When i spit these lyrical rhymes at ya dome
Ima send ya home
with no clothes alone
Cuz i broke ya nose
And i know you aint comin back
Since u think im so wack
If your hearing these lyrics, the jokes on you jack
Cuz i come with da pack
Blowing holes through yo chest
Right through you 50 cent bulletproof vest
So i want you to come and test me
Spit at me
I'll smack yo teeth out so can count each one indvidually
I did that shit intentionally
And ur girls into me
cuz u can fucks wit me
And i cause a fuss
Just because i rhyme like a smoke dust
And u sorry and thats a fact
Cuz u aint ready for Spittin Quik's attack

Holla