u spitt saying that my shit is like a child, watch my adrenalin pop n i turn wild

u cant rap or giv hits, u still feed from mommaz tits, so tell me when i shoot i've got precision u ran n got shot it was ur decision

thinkin u a bitch like lara croft, al put u down like a dawg u soft

try n hit back u'll b left desease, tell ur lonely momma she's too obese, just pop that shit n let her rest in peace

who do u think u r, garath gates, a lonely ass nigga like u who wanna fuck norman bates