aight....lets do dis dun....

-Nigma...I'm prone to notice,that ur blowz are so impotent,"a hiphop star"?!?..ur so below it/
-So i just let u know this,cuz tha only time ur face will eva be noticed,is in ads for promotin slow kidz/
-First i go fo, ya dope,then stab u-n-ur hoez throat,ruin ya whole flow....like fatmen robbin burger king, i'm doin it solo/
-Cuz i was alwayz 'up on u' like tha opposite side of fat joe in a row boat/
-I've been sicc wit this rap shit, a punchline king that'll rip out ya back bitch,then kick u while laughin/
-Nigma try to 'hang' but get 'no attention', like titz on a fatchick/
- -I mastered-runez(ruins), like packz-of-druids,faster-movement than a black-wit-two-kidz,blast-ya-crew-wit fastened new-clipz,watch ya body subtract -its-fluids,then laugh as i lap up ya acid-juices/
-So don't be bringin them song rapz, i got two last things to tell u, 1. you fuked wit tha wrong cat, and 2. by tha way, ruh paul want his thong back/