It's ungodly the way I spit my rhmyes so nice/
Like they was written in blood by the fuckin antichrist/
And "It was writtin", like Nas, that I'ma gonna mess you up/
like you a priest and the 1st commandment is "BACK THE FUCK UP"/
and i SUGGEST-YOU-DO if you know whats BEST-FOR-YOU/
A special olympics broze medal winner wouldn't even be IMPRESSED-BY-YOU/
If you think you got a chance, homey, you better wise up/
I'll make you eat shit like I defecated in your pimp cup/
You claim G Unit like you tryin a represent/
Trying to live like "50" but you don't make any "sense"/
Saying you from Brooklyn, I bet you fabricated-that-shit/
Looking at me so "hard" I know you infatuated-with-my-DICK/
But I gotta save it for ya moms and ya sister, it's known/
That I making all the females in your family moan/
Now I heard a rumor that when your dad comes home drunk/
He whoops ya ass, bends you over,then rapes you witha tree trunk/
ha,The best thing you could do now is admit defeat/
You like Christopher Reeves at a marathon, you can't compete/


*edit: chanced a "would" to a "wouldn't"