My rhymes are hard, rock-solid, and firm/
I'm gonna make you shit, piss, whatever, be scrrred/
My verse is gon be "ILL" like Jay-Z's Gift and the Curse/
Then your body will end up lying in your hearst/
I'm like a disease that you can't cure and treat/
I'll be on you until you can't stand on yo knees/
I'll be hauntin yo dreams/
While your havin trouble gett'n sleep/
Ur one of the gayest emcees/
I'm that gladiator that's impossible to defeat/
You now need to listen, while I'm flippin/
While the clock is tickin/
I then throw my clip in/
And shoot yo ass while yo blood is drippin/
That's all yo mouth's be spittin/
Your not even competition/
But I just want some vengence/
You start shit with me, you better be able to finish it/
Your the one tryin to butt in people's buisiness/
Just wait your fuckin turn, and shit be patient/
You call yourself a weapon/
More like a rubber ducky that's drownin/
"Excuse Me Miss"?/
I won't even say excuse me, I'll just say "MOVE BITCH"/
So Fuck you, juggernaut, and the fuckin prophets/