g-unit brooklyn ma ass! u think u iz a gangsta, u must b kidin me//
u couldnt get "love" frum "gangstas" even if u were listenin 2 eve//
ill leave u "dazed and confused" like an alcholic dat ova dosed on jin//
claimin u reppin Brooklyn, lol da only BK u reppin iz "burger King"//
ill put dis lame bitch out of da game fasta den "deaf kids" playin musical chairs//
leavin him on hiz kneez beggin 4 mercy in despair//
unleashin ma wrath in dis battle session, aint nuthin new im used 2 perfection//
dis shit iz comin at ya hard so grab ya "maxi-pad" 4 protection// (pussy)
ya rap iz like WWF wreastlin cuz we know it aint real//
and ya delivery iz as fucked like a bitch on da "pills"//(get it)
u could never clash-wit-da-great since i dont smash-wit-flakes//
i should play 'hoops wit ya head' so this battles a "basket-case"//
wrap ur face wit masking-tape and suffocate you with a plastic-cape//
cuz u couldnt be 'superior' even if u surpassed-da-"great-lakes"//
ur bars are like the 'great depression' since I-make-ur-"stocks drop"//
ur mouth keeps an eye-for-tight-cocks cuz ur punches come 'CHI'-like-the-'white-sox'//
ill choke this creation-of-fables with a summation-of-cables//
since his fake punches are like storms and satellites the connections-unstable//
ya style iz lame u couldnt match factors for "multis" even if u were da "multiplication-table"//
abort da mission, cuz ma barz will b distortin ya vision//
got u lookin up 2 barz like dwarves in prison// lmao

uve been served...damn 2 many jokes, i need 2 get seriouse!