ur best match yet, dis time u met it/
My snubs'll grace ya spine, u'll B screamin' & twitchin' 4 paramedics/
Dawg- I'm glad I'm not diabetic/
Cuz ur rhymez r fag sweet like froot loops- dey not nutririous but edible/
My Incredible Hawk is jus not credible/
Even if u were da Hannible Lecter, I'd pop atcha mandible/
Ur skillz spit bitch- itz way 2 easy 2 handle 'em/
If I'd died my hair & skin wite-ish- I'd B mistaken 4 Eminem/
Like M.C. Hamma- cudn't 'Touch This' wit a ten foot pole/
I smoke alot- u cud catch me rollin' mad lettuce dat look like DOLE/
Look- pull ur ballz 2getha and spit, bitch/
Cuz I dont hav any clu wutzo-eva dat they even x-isted/
don't B a geek N' pull rhymez off ya Flop Disk/
Cuz I spit off da dome N' I'm well known 4 spittin' wit hand gunz/
Ur flo sounz like Nick Cannon/
Dat nigga from Drumline/
My linez drum nines or shotteez all up in ya spine/
5 poppin', 6 droppin' til I lay up/
I'll turn ya dreamz ta nitemarez B4 u eva wake up/
I stay clappin' on lil' niggaz so git ya weight up/
I can't fuk ya gurl in ya house no more- ur mom jus stayz up/
I got da thang dat'll make u need cosmetic make up/
Snubs pop- ya body drop, coroners B pikkin' ya face up/
~bitch assd playtoy. HOLLA! ONE~