lay back u bitch you getin rocked
tryin to blow my spot nigga I'm too hot
its like this I'm gon put u to rest
and the way I kill is wit a bric to the chest
wear ya vest
Supa-Man you aint got no game
I'm sendin chills through ya brain
no problem I got dis battle locked down
leave u on the floor wit ya coc in the ground
I rip u fake rappin niggaz one at a time
rip out ya throat before u get to spittin ur rhyme
get out of my line
*RC* reppin wearin the nine
yo bitch is mine
fuckin her is no crime

yo raps are horrible
my glac is portable
watchin ur girl strip nigga thats real recordable
all my whips and jewels are affordable
and yo body filled with bullets thats real storable