you the "quotation" "type" of "cat" dressin ya verse up, thats a bitchmove/
i'll make this bitch move, like aim'in at his feet wit a pistol/
Quit dude, your a lost cause, like curing aids/
cuz we aint know you dropped ya verse, AND I WAS ROCKIN HEARIN AIDS/
now Mic Check that shit, n i'll check ya, mic, like Ice Skaters/
you couldnt fight back if your life depended on signed waivers/
i blind fakers, You remind me of the L.A. Lakers/
'Yellow Belly' talks a lot, but scared to put his rhymes on paper/
askin me to spit first, like ya chances will be better goin second/
all your doin postponin the inevitable, denyin the evident/
ill bury you in the ground n put you to rest like sediment/
cuz no one here was feelin ya shit, like pain medicine/
ya mediocre kid, step up ya levels before you spit/
cuz right now i feel like doin what everyone else here does.... ignore ya shit/
ya bore me since, ---- i seen your style a million times/
your a copycat con-artist.... who just couldnt get it right/