drop the fists, i use bullets and knives im the bully in fights/
you prone to gettin fucked theres no way this pussy is tight/
i lust for blood dripping this thug's mission is a lust for fame/
'M.O.C' a fag by any other name is just as gay/
trust i'll leave you layin in dirt bitch, battle? tryin is worthless/
griddle ya body with holes, till it look like the right side of ya verses/
i should snatch ya lungs out, defeat you, leavin you speechless weazing/
but look at your record, its just a little 0-1 to help your breathing/
i see this kid is bitching, in half ya battles ya lyrics spittin/
drop mediocre punches that all fall short like midgets trippin/
i stare with a bright glance, you scared of my fight stance/
loss loss loss, ya cycle is seen by all without the white pants/
your crying is proof that ya alliance aint used to fightin wit troops/
hang wit you? sure, let me show you the ropes...as i tighten the neuse/
if my bars continue to whail at ya face, at this devilish pace/
i'll kill you by 16, im the lyrical equivalent to r. kelly wit AIDS/
i do as much damage jokin as i do when im frantic, moping/
in rap, showin is proof and 'm.o.c' camera's broken/
i dont just rise to fame, taking yours im also takin your health/
you should be used to the beating i hear you like to play wit yaself/
u spittin so strong you couldnt hold on
puttin a mafia boss in a bear hug//
my writtens are raw, diggin to cause you pitted in fall//
dented ya eyelids wit elegant guadiance
sit cause you lost u bigger than an underdog,//
la's k9's wit elephantidus
my rhymes are rich and yours are poor
vocal dipped in raw fossil fuels
i'm an mc 2 keep and ion like self-charged molecules
pick up and call ya house be like can i talk 2 ya soul
.....2 late u just put ya life on the line//