tha only vendetta this bitch had was fabricated in tha past/
when he got frustrated at his bredrin for not ejaculating on his ass/
man i'm as cold as your frozen dinner, colder than canadian winters/
fuck vendetta, i'm colder than biggie's fuckin killah/
honestly who would think you could get anthrax from checkin your mail/
and who thought it was possible dat vendetta could get a date from checkin out males/
ma rhymes dirtier than yo syphillis germs/
but still ma shorties hotter than yo dick, when u piss and it burns/
i'll kick u in tha gut , til' it make you sick to yo stomach/
and u vomit out so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it/
knock yur lights out, til u can't stand up, like u drunk off of jin/
man u outta fuckin place, like a faggot at a woman's gym/
doctors tryin to bring u back to life cuz u in critical condition/
man i could care less i just went down tha hall to get tha mortician/
i give u a still pose, when a hit u wit ill flows/
that it don't make sense, like dykes using dildos/
fuck america and iraq i'll go to war wit uzis in ma hand/
blowin your block up in a white 98' minivan/
invade yur home, yo sistah like" grimey where have ya been"/
I said " smackin up yur brotha like Big did to Kim"/
The only obstacle I see is to defeat you/
so i mugged a gino, took his Adidas and beat you/
see nigga i drink then smoke and to make matters worse/
lie on tha floor, drunk and start chattin wit yur corpse/