aight bitch, it maybe true when they say im tight fisted/
but now you have come up against the lyrically gifted/
and if youd off looked i cant change my sig if im off line/
i'm now online and i'm here to make you mine/
i will jump inside your head and start to control your mind/
i will shut your eyes and make you blind, so u cant find/
you PRE WRITEN lyrics, oww u spend time on those dont ya/
well theres no point they get you no where, only down/
you should go down town and get shot to the ground/
you get treated by me like stray hound at the compound/
ScottyC sayin Shh Mr. Spit dont make a fukin sound,/
if you was a dog ud have more sence, that to fuk wit me/
u started this beef, now ya run for the tree/
you call your self a G but your nothing dawg/
with out your crew your like a shot down hedge hog/
or maybee a vanilla ica style frog that got crushed wit a log/