Ope, u can holla yur name but u already forgotten/
Although you fresh, u no good like pussy that's rotten/
I'll cough on yur verse, give it SARS, take dat shit to tha hospital/
Dis' nigga spat his most gangsta verse, but it came out soundin' gospel/
Ope thinks he so damn gangsta, inform him that he off by a mile/
You say u gangsta, then why do ya spell check all yur freestyles/
You never wanna mess wit grimey won, get yur niggas informed/
i'll leave yur face spotted like yo' drawers, when u see children in unifroms/
Nigga talkin' gangsta shit like he going to jail/
But he type that be droppin soap on purpose and be filing his nails/
When this nigga see a gangsta he dun think about dying', he think about tha nigga's proportions/
until I put I few bullets in your ass crack, it looks like its havin an' abortion/
That's right bitch, i'm callin' gay, (oops) now I gone and dun it/
but its fact, he told his boyfriend to jerk his cock till' he numbs it/
I'll kidnap you Ope, and O.D, yur ass on shrooms and dust/
fire torchin' his stomach, while he downing ether, that'll get his system flushed/
Nigga an' ya'll won't find my ass, like Saddam for bout' eleven months/
Cuz ma style is too "rash", like an infectious cunt/