yo...yo...yo

this guy must be dreaming , thinking that he's hot...his punches have been used like he purchases them from resale shops.

i'll stab yah then shoot yah , kill all that hoop la', you're on section 8 so why should i bother tryin' to loot yah.

i'll place scriptin in his casket an send him on his way . defeat'n me , george bush would have a better time joining n.w.a

yah chances of defeatin me are slimmer than samalians, i do emcees what hurricans and hurricanes and tornados do to momuments.

you'll get pissed and shitted on worse than a toilet seat used by a blind man , you could'nt beat my lyrical display by using ya right hand.

when i spit, i'll hit you in the gas , solid, and liquid form phases , i'll be on that ass , and beat you down 20 times worse than the agents in the matirx.

thinking you seeing me , fuck that i'll kick a hole in yah chest and make it so people can see through you... i've seen preschoolers scribble better written material than you do.

i'll murder you now for playing that you're hard , respond back and i'll sign my signature into ya chest wit a big ass lightening rod.