this pussy bitch just a suburban white kid, he illiterate to street knowledge//
within the next 22 lines, im gone show you how real it gets, "you can get murdered and ebolished!"//
ya rhymes need polished, you aint ready for what i got//
each bar i spit, sends chills up ya spine like a tetanus shot//
ill leave ya corp to rot, and send a dead rose to ya mutha//
labeled " this pussy mahfucka, shouldna fucked wit a hustla"//
im the lyrical bone crusha, your rhymes weak like a babyz skull//
how many times you gonna beat me? zip, none, null//
ya style is dull, dead, like a rap from biggie or 2pac//
don't come at me talkin bout you hard, nigga you eva seen a glock?//
at home jackin off in ya socks, while im gettin pussy, grindin, slangin rocks//
D-S-G-B! what i rep lil buddy, ill tear down yo block!//
yo rap career wouldnt explode if you was strapped wit a bomb and a neptune beat//
you should stick to being a kid, mahfucka, trick or treat?//
you cant see me, lyrically, im untouchable like a mafia boss//
im a hard hitta like tyson, you a rookie, ya punches is soft//
i read ya info, u like to play video games like tomb raider wit laura croft?//
i bet yo ass get off to her, slick up ya stick, and jerk off?//
i paid the cost, i send more fatal blows to these hoes than mortal combat//
when i cock-back this pussy nigga gone run, he aint lookin for no contact//
just incase, heres a contract---------------------------, sign on the dotted line//
as soon as you drop a verse, fuck nigga, YA SOUL IS MINE!//