Eh yo, i'm known in da city, even alcholiks no ma mug (get it)/
I'll make yur life a fear factor, fuck bugs, eat ma gun's slugs/
speakin of alcholiks, did ya moms ever mention me?/
i fingered dat bitch, ma hand came out yellow like i was burned with T.H.C/
Your whole family is a chinz, ya'll never get ma respect/
cuz no matter how i hard i work, ya'll still get yur welfare check/
get this man a towel, he washed up, Gizmo's 2 wins left ya in pain/
this man is left beggin, pockets like Ja, filled with Loose Change/
i thought this bitch would choke or croak like niggas off hydro smoke/
fellas say ma rhymes are "deep", niggas say u got a "deep" throat/
I kidnapped this win, like you kidnap a crack heads daughter/
you couldn't hold anything classic, if you were "Fab" at foot locker/
You a fuckin waste, like buying a dimebag full of stem/
cuz tha truth is, u couldn't throw a hit, if you bootlegged 50's album/
Another win to ma record, dis shit keeps happenin' again and again/
shure dawg I watch X-men, better than watchin triple X men (lol)/
Sorrie i can't keep this battle friendly, still, its at YOUR expense/
so you can go bite ma shit, and UNDERline all tha STATEMENTS/