scared never, it's the real nigga that spit first//
i'm not the one that need a whole day to construct a verse//
you locked up in rap prison and, nigga i'm the warden//
bout to take an axe to your head like lizzie borden//
40 times, bitch i'll have you studying my rhymes//
saying "how did he do it", i'd explain but there's no time//
i'll do you like the white man and assimilate you to my culture//
once you dead, i'm circlin' overhead for your remains like a vulture//
your rhymes so ugly they dick, they keep hanging out soldier//
if you keep spittin, you getting charged wit indecent exposure//
if you was real, you'd have your verse written by today//
don't phase me i'mma continue to rock the mic like freeway//
Nigga best believe you gone bet gettin stumped//
cuz i'll carve my name in your foredhead like you a fuckin tree trunk//
i'm the assassin's assassin, bitch i'll kill you in a hurry//
not wit a gun, but with my 40 calibur vocabulary//
a bit off topic but did you know they call you mom the
nutcracker-slut//
cuz you put her legs together push hard and bust a nut//
Everyone's usin her believe it or not//
Even that mexican midget that live right down the block//
The buzz is always circulatin bout how i bring a lyrical thunderstorm//
it feels like i'm surrounded by a constant bee swarm//
I know you scared lyrical, you never tested these waters, just to let you know they're foul//
j-fix hit harder than reporters at an O.J. trial//
i'm through now that i'm hit ear to ear like a ghetto smile//