coldness in ur fingers/n dryness in ur flow aint 2 hard to datect
im about to raise hell and trigger on ur ass like it was the green house affect
im bringin WWIII to ur screen/with thousand punds of ammo repatition consistancy
makin u think twice that ur shit is suffiency
gettin a word vote for u makin it sound suspisiously
"bigga" wine and roar like a lion, but with my lyrics i will tame
"2nd" thoughts about ur game while i put shame to ur name
u call urself rapper-biga/bitch im a pick u up and drop u/ like u was a rookie//
im readin all ur prewritten lines straight out as if it was a fortune cookie.
mornins for u is high egos[EGO] n porn, straight burnt from the toaster
uz a lil 14 yr ol bitch, probly beatin meat to your eminem poster
i cant wait for ur reply/so i can ball out laughin/ gettin my kick!
fuckin queer/comin on stage/and strokin the mic as if its a dick
so fuck u/ill twist your neck in cold blood while ur face in dumb found
get straight up cruscified lookin towards the heaven 6ft underground.