yo yo yo lyricalassassin u think u a bad boy/
i got a revolver,your gun just a plastic toy/
u no ya homes a brothal rite n ya mums tha leadin ho/
n ya no she gets her pussy out 4 a pocket full of dough/
chief,u a thief,u a low life/
n wen a stab u in da bac wiv dis chrome knife,you'l av no life/
i'll leave u hangin from ya bedroom roof/
n slice my intials,dw,in ya leg 4 proof/
its o.k i ain't scared of jail/
i'll get 1 of my homies from central 2 get me out on bail/
so i'm at da bottom of your list,dogg wen im finished i'l be rite at the top/
1 more verse of this n u be beggin me 2 stop/
this is a battle not a poetry contest/
but at the moment it ain't a battle its more like a 1 sided manifest,n your my guest,
your yellow u don't rhyme tight,
believe me assassin u didnt want this lyrical fight!