let me kill ya punk ass for da second time//
both the losses u get can be each others partner in crime//
his name is killa t, who thinks hes a g, but he's nothin but a fuckin new-bie//
how u gonna put me in ya hive when u nuttin but a worker bee, so i'll crush ya soft ass wit a stick as if my name was wayne grestsky//
u mad cause ya crew has no heart, ya nothin but tummies//
theres somethin that ya cant depart, and dats "emceein for dummies//
dis shit is jus like hockey cause ima 'CHECK' deez poles//
twisted ill words dat'll make u break ya 'NECK' tryin to swallow dis whole//
ya wannabe nwa bitches, straight outta compton my ass//
ya down wit cb4 and chris rock comin straight out of locash//
u neva gonna get ya name back, everybody starin take ya hand off ya nut sack//
and u stuck off da fact, dat u losin dis shit so u catchin a anxeity attack, scrape dis bitch out da thread like dental plauqe//
so dats it im basically done wit dis whore//
lets do dis a couple more times so i could ca ca conect four!