Aight......I got u.

Like smoke screens to dope fiends...you catchin' the vaporz/
You couldn't state ya Issues front pages of Newspaperz/
Fuckin' wit' me is a crime, punishment by law/
If u eat sushi and vomit you'd never spit sick or raw/
I'm throwin' out these bars like Lyrical Ninja Starz/
I got perfect aim, I'm rippin' you dead apart/
Hit u wit' this Verbal Assault and Counteractionz/
Have ya kin folk distraught and marchin' wit' Jesse Jackson/
Throwed out, gagged and bound wit' handcuffs/
You got the Poker Face on and I'm still callin' ya Bluffs/
1-N-Gone gon' be lost and buried/
I'ma take 1-N-Gon' blaze the torch you carried/
I'm watchin' this train wreck, you fucked wit' me by accident/
Yo' ass a W4 form please believe I'm taxin' it/
I eat bitches like u for breakfast, shit u out by lunchtime/
Wipe my ass wit' all ya paper thin, 2-ply lines/
How the fuck u gon' get at me? U too broke to pay the cost/
I don't take no shorts so tell me how you takin' this loss?/

This is what u get for playin' the 'Wise Guy'/
A first degree murder, live and televised/
I come down on u, burn u like sulfuric rain drops/
Gon' and cry, take a nap and recoup 'til the pain stops/
Too many of u niggaz like to rave and rant/
When it come down to defeat, u don't move shit 'cuz u can't/
Battle's over like the winter, hang it up wit' ya coat/
Uncut bars of the raw...GodDamn, The shit's 'Dope'/
U like a cutthroat Granny, just a old bitter Bitch/
Get ya mind right before u spit shit in Gibberish/