grab ya strap.........watch cha back//
leavin ya neck hangin like a coat to itz rack//
call me Warren Sapp cuz u've jus been lyrically sacked//
tryin to get on my level, son u need to run sum mo lapz//
i don't hold back-i jus react//
like ya head snappin back from da pistol clap//
brain meltin like candle wax//
dats how i attack-givin u da skillz dat u lack//
u need 2 b smacked 4 spittin out sumtin so wack//

Stlye switch~

you stinkin like an unchanged ten year old nappy//
get ya crew, i'll but a 'hole in one', an you can be the caddy//
got a comp for crimbo, after beggin ya daddy//
now ya callin yaself a negro, how fuckin sad can sad be//
you sad, your irratatin like a cold//
you bought ya first single, the only fuckin one that got sold//
off the top, you remind me of a pringle, once you pop bitch you don't stop, and ya shit's all old//
your punch drunk an i'm beer//
you like a cyclopse wit antlers, you have no idea//
still fag shit you throw at us, a punch we all yet to hear//
or are you shadow boxin, 'cause you like everyones shadow on here//
u Think u got da crown//
u jus a internet clown//
know ya place & back down//
b'fore u feel da heat roundz//
bullet holez through ya night gown//
cuz dem bulletz don't make soundz//
u better duck or turn around//
b'fore ya brainz hit da ground//