alright look, listen,normally i rip a fake bitch like u apart in just a few short lines//
but u talkin some personal shit and this'll be tha last fuckin time// you come on my board slingin gay rhymes//
i think its against policy to be that fuckin lame, mattera fact, its a fuckin crime//
so i have the right to silence you, anything u say can and will be used to kill you//
i could probly stop right here and get tha fuckin knock out, blake //
but ima continue to dismantle u just for shits sake //
im like a lyrical sniper with a tactical scope //
your like a tight ass hole in prison, you aint got a hope//
my rhymes get up in you and eat u out like a pussy, leavin u empty and hollow //
this is a little complex, i hope yo dumb ass can follow//
call me tha furnace when i come thru producin straight heat //
tearin ya lame ass down from ya nappy head to ya cold ass feet //
u just got done like tha colonel's chicken, deep country fried //
someone call 911, thatdamboone just served blake a fuckin homicide//