Yo, yo, yo . . . chicka chicka . . .
I'm inhalin ya lines like "Chronic", you prepared for the "Aftermath"?/
Ima "rip you in two" and "cream" you like "coffee", cause you're just "Half and Half"//
In battles ya kinda weak, just "spittin shit" like "ass-cheeks"/
I haven't seen that many "Holes-In-One" verse since "Tiger Wood's last speech"//
Ya lines are "stiff", ya skill is "sore", and plus your steez "HURTS"/
When I'm "replying to ya rhyme" I put ya punches in "RE: Verse"//
Bring so much "pressure" when I "spit", "loogie's" penetrating ya head/
"PERIOD." End of story. Now you're "menstruating the red"//
Like some low-"cut" Nikes on "Jordan", "machetes will fly"/
This cat thinks he's "b-i-g" (B.I.G.), but he's just "Ready to Die"//
I'll smack this wannabe Heavyweight, your style "blows" like your "avatar"/
I'll "toss" ya wack rhymes like "lettuce", everytime I drop these "Salad-
BARS"////
. . . SIZZLE . . .
. . . too hot to touch . . .
"this is how its goin down, they don't like us, they don't gotta like us, fuck them son . . ."