You should quit this shit, go back to sucking dick, crack/

you'd make a lot more money than you can from rap/

you better not come in my way when i'm drivin/

i pull out my ak and blast ain't no survivin'/

so i'll stay on this mic and i spit at your mum/

and i bring the pain with a lyrical bomb/

you ain't ready for me, i'm 500 megatons/

you just a half ton, bitch the odds are millions to none/

i crash you like Baghdad after gulf war 1/

i splatter your brains, leaving you laid out cold/

your man called, 'is he ok?', said i put you on hold/

permanently, now you're six feet deep/

buried you with a spade i killed you with, left you in a heap/

i guess you quit, coz u can't handle this,/

you should put me on replay to learn some shit/