YO YO
you aint a hot one you couldnt melt a mic made from ice
ima kill you and ya couldnt get christ to save ya life
grip ya neck in my palm like crap dice and shake it twice
wanted me to go first cause you a snake who wait to strike
i go straight for the kill spill blood in under minutes
go on and run mouth infinte untill my guns is in it
make you swallow these bullets fool and turn ya lungs to spinach
ya dont want none of me you know how many bums i deminished
wipe you off the earths face you a disgrace to this rap site
you aint got no skills couldnt find a trace wit black lights
what is you high son i see taht you taiste the crack pipe
gotta be smokin somethin if you think that ya raps tight
you must be nuts your crazy to think ya flows is nice
sayin that ya shit is hot when really it's like frozen ice
dont doze at night ill clap the shotty ya body i sold low price
ya so much of a bitch when i spit i'll make you hold the mic
this a fast brawl knock you out this battle wit the quickness
my style like the pussy, young bol you'll never get this
you'll never have my gift even if i "rapped" on "christmas"
my balls is made of brass your's the size of candy chiclets
i strike ya dome pitchin lryics like they was some fast balls
do you pick ya words out ya butt ya rhymes is ass dawg
if spittin was a game you would be the fuckin last called
hot one talkin trash yall i think i'll break his glass jaw
i wish we was face to face and grippin real microphones
but i'll still suplex you wit text get twist like cyco-lones
im the nicest homes sharpest knife that'll slice ya bones
ya tired styles get you flyer miles up to christ you flown
you a wack emcee gee and no one will stand for it
you hate cause my lines is dope and ya mad cause ya cant snort it!