Iight yo................

Son

Wen u eatin tacos wif pet doctors, datz da only time u "wrappin"(rappin) wif "vets",
Wen u playin "poker" datz da only time u "claimin" ya "setz"//
yo ya breath iz hotta den anything i could have in ma belt,
Wen u "writtin" on ya "clothin" datz da only time ya "lyrics" iz "felt"**
Ya verses iz like "outfits", cuz dey stay "stored on a shelf"
Wen i cut ya "shoulders", ull have 2 truly start "arm"min ya self//
got him mad in da situation, like "bombs" in "Playboy" mags da way he "blo" in a "issuse"
hiz father "busted" hiz head on rag cuz he wanted 2 "see men"(cemen) in tissue//
Im da "landlord" cuz i "got u on da street" like an evicteded tenant,
If u waz "writtin" in a "big house" u couldnt b convicted 4 a "jail sentence"
U couldnt have a "dime" worth of skill in u, if u had come from a "purse"
Ya rhymes iz predictable, even Ms. Cleo can foresee ur verse//
If u waz da biggest "nuttsack", 2 battle me u still wouldnt have enuff "scrotem"
He knew he dead on da net, datz y he outlined hiz modem//