Who you supposed to be, I'm sayin what da fuck is dis//
I guess your kickin metaphors like you were ludacris//
Da chances of beatin me are 1 of million//
I spit cold fire which will fry da chameleon//
You probably rapped longer than me but I'm lyricly tested//
I will never be a rapist but I'll leave yo rhymes molested//
What type of person are you Gee to think you are so sick//
You couldn't beat me at rappin if I was yo own dick//
You spoke those nasty verses like I was some hoe//
You said more nasty words like you were on da Howard Stern show//
You thought I wasn't spittin man you still ain't learned//
If you play wit cold fire you still gonna get burned//


I thought I told you Gee//
That I will choke you Gee//
Arithmetic spit bullets that will automaticly fold you Gee.

You ain't heard shit yet. I'm jus gettin started.