Thinkin you on the dvd 8 mile, Vendetta/
You sayin all this bs to me, well all i need to do is cock this beretta/
Got army men in ur sig so you think ur betta/
When we all ur only after this shit thinkin u can make girls wetter/
So heres ya water bitch, spit, spit, textual spit, thinkin you coo wit cyber lines/
When you dont even know the difference between a cheap beer or an expensive wine/
Do i really gotta remind?/
You, that jo0s nuttin but a cross dresser who thinks he aint queer/
We all know u aint 16 and dont know how to steer/
A wheel of Car, nigga gonna be 33 and never been in a Bar/
Yet hes in this game thinkin he gonna be a star?/
Thats a joke, if i wasnt still tweakin i'd be laughin at your diss/
If i pass ya a blunt would you even be able to this?/
Ur crews named hte elements?/
Yet when i read ur shit, theres more than four of you/
Do ur crew suck so much it has to have more than four to do what i do?/
Shit bitch, take yo head out yo ass/
I know when u never act scared, even when seein the brass/
But i doubt u ever been to jail and had ur shit pushed in/
Or been picked on at school, havin ur body stuffed in a trash bin/
Your jus a wanna be rapper, acting like jay-z, talkin bout ghettos when u never left the burbs/
Mutha fuckas so pathetic he aint ever even hit da herbs/
His real name be chester/
Even though he only 13 hes still alil c hild molestor/
Doing sicker shit then fester/
Now im up to bat, gonna best-ya/
No biting or dick ridin in this bitch you said/
But u the only one wit a crew in this room, so ur shit musta been said to remind yo boys in they head/
Cause even if all u mutha fuckers come at me, i'd drop you pow, pow, you dead/