this nigga seem confident like he got tha battle locked/
u beatin me is like seeing a muslim eat a pork chop/
it'll neva happen, like seeing me and yur mom rock tha boat/
but if we did, i would prolly leave her wit AIDS and a sore throat/
put yur mom in a coma, trust me it was tha headboard not ma glocks/
its not ma fault tha bitch was screamin "fuck tha world" like 2Pac/
snap yur neck, spit in yo face, leave u in a trash can/
all bloody, mo holes in your body than an afghan/
i'll then take yur money and leave wit a headrush/
and when friends were like"grimey raped u on tha verse" this nigga blushed/
caught chu in a dark alley, and scared tha shit outta you/
and when i slit yur fuckin throat , yur blood spewed out blue/
yur own momma like "grimey has tha whole world is his palm"/
i also got your gurl under ma arm, and i'm armed wit' firearms/
man i know how to solve this problem of mine/
get dem kids from Columbine, and stand dem straight in a line/
add an AK-47, a revolver and a 3 nines/
I make them aim at your lungs , and pull tha trigger one at a time/
niggas tell me to calm down, so i smoke a cig from tha corner store/
and picture myself rippin out yur vocal chords so u dun rap no more/
afta this verse, u gonna need a therapist cuz tha song is sung/
wakin' up in tha night screamin' "i wish i neva battled grimey won"/