i heard u was poppin that shit//
yea u won round 1 but my endurance is so sick//
i come back like when rocky fought apollo//
and ur chances this time is like the New York lotto//
i peeped your game so i know what u about//
all u do is take dick and lick the edge of your mouth//
like the bitches i fucked..im leavin u stuck//
talk bout towel heads but u scared of us//
i got the Al Samood//
the blood on my sword should prove//
imma vet when it comes to tools//
your rhymes more like the blues//
i spit fire at ur watered down flow//
next time u cross that bridge it might jus blow//
plus i twist only twenties of haze//
while u buy dimes that are the size of tres//
u get beat from kids around your way//
u the type if u copped from me//
i slap ya face and take last of ur money......