nat dog punk..ill lift u off ur feet and slam dunk
ur rhymes smell like shit..who just ran ova a skunk?
u dont jump on me ...my flows lift u high of the ground
come at u from every angle like dolby surround sound
theres always gas in my tank...i got plenty more ammo as a backup
turn ma track up...causing so much heat u better remove ur rhyme and pack up
practice makes perfect...so u dont practice much?
my rhymes are so real..they hurt ur skin as they touch
ur minds gone blank....u got less imagination than a dream
and got less homies than an injured football team
u have just seen and witnessed ..u better not have missed it
this is the lyrical phenom...see my ass? u just kissed it