aight here i go......

once you've seen that i started spittin u start quittin/
nigga ive delt wit more beef than Mickie D's/(meaning mcdonalds)
my ryhmes is deadly so why kill u wit guns when i could kill u wit these/(meaning my ryhmes)
u a house wife,so stop ur bitchin and go to the kitchen and do ur dishes/
before i kill u and send u swimin wit the fishes/
u call urself the cobra,so what u think u a snake/
well im not ur meal cause my ryhmes is nasty they'll give u a stomach ache/
im choppin u to little crums, put u in a bag and call u shake and bake/
im packin so much action i become the attraction/
cuz i split atoms to cause a chain reaction/
u spittin kinda rusty like a car in bad condition/
either that or u just came from an emcees worst audition/
i could spit 4 more lines to make it = sixteen/
i cant understand some of ur ryhmes,u sound like MR.BEAN/
oh my fault thats right u dont talk/(mean he dont ryhme)
some shit like that can get u killed like a ropewalk

...............aight go head and spit