You’re a real irritation, n your fucking up my generation, it’s a new millennium, so get with the time and don’t be dumb.
My rhymes, going to take away all your vital signs, n leave u with a flat line and a beep, I’m like foot and mouth to you notorious sheep
Like anthrax in the open air, killing everyone who dare breathe there
I hear talk from people like u about bussing a cap, before u shoot u need to know how to rap

Who pays the bills in your house, dam your as quiet as a church mouse, I aint hearing a peep, when I stab u I’m gonna stick it deep,
Like kit-kat your gonna take a break, that’s the punishment for being fake, n that’s consequence for comeing up into my zone, I’ll be shooting caps at your head like alcapone,
The great ganster who died in the pen, u want me to kill u again
I hear u talking about strife, I’ll kill u now and in every life

U like one of those refugees, get flicked off dogs balls like fleas, this is my revival, you aint a rapper get back to pop idol
You’re a fucking rookie, so what u made a rhyme what u want a cookie