dice-roller,u got sumthin wrong in yo head
after u got shot and slit when u were sleepin on yo bed
i got money,cars,and shit u ain't never seen
got u down in yo knees, u know what i mean?
im a punch u out, put u in da twilight zone
left u stranded on da desert,all dat's left of u is bones
yall cats are nuthin compared to me
dat's why ur nobody everytime i get glory
i looked at yo profile,u know what i see?
dat u box,u must be on sumthin,u sound sleepy
bitch,ur whole familys a fuckin prostitute
too many gurls thinkin yo sistahs cute
nigga,u got nuthin to say,put yo mouth on mute
ur lucky im going eazy on u
yall hopin to fuckin 69 ur crew
gonna pull dat intestines through ur mouth
and see if u scream while i squeeze da blood out
i roll too many numbers for u to handle
go to yo momma and get cradled
my rymes are tight
except u, ur too fuckin white
ur a son of micheal jakson,aren't i right?