This 2 any moda fuka thinkin hes a rhymin dude
ya like wounds needin wack aids fumin tryin 2look rude
deflectin oaths like lynchs imposed by judges..
damn i crossed a line postin a war with unseen grudges//
rhmes hit like a 45 callibre leave yur shirt with smudges
gees -lo- rapper speakin on amike like its a show with rickdeezz
get sick hangem in trees with beez n put a slip on a sleeze//