Undeafted at twenty an zero/
Well i guess now my winnin spits gonna make me a hero/
Nigga thinks i need 15 lines to show em up/
He dun realize my shits spillin over his, flowin out da cup/
Coverin the floor in all my ill/
Skillz, and he trys to Fill, my shoes, he jus cant, cause he cuts it like a cracked up crackhead in a flourmill/
Twenty n O dont mean you got skillz/
I dont see ur name or ur cd, u aint makin any dealz/
If u lost abit then u'd learn from ur mistakes/
Cause wit the shit u spit now i know u do more than one take/
Nigga your story be fabricated, fake/
I was willin to take on u and ur dawg/
But i guess he got scared by the time he read my shit his eyes were fawg(ed)/
But it ok, i knew he was a pussy/
One thing i didnt know though, is that ya lick around the tushy/