dont front with guns i can tell u got no arms, you need a hand
with sticky fingaz you black trash all assss, like trinas man
ice heisse? dont you know real rappers aint foreign
truely you a miseductaed rap refugee like Lauren
pardon my manners, i 4got to say goodnight
bring your block of rhymes i got a hammer that will break the "Ice"
you must be running when you seeing guns in the house
with fiya breath you only spit heat when u runnin your mouth
jus look how my rhyming concoction toxins are like boxing
il throw a punch that will dis-man your flow like you know johnny Cock-ran
cheap shots and dickryding how you win ima just kill you instead
but dont fret bcos even if i chop off your neck you still wont be a-head
i cant stress how much i hate fake niggaz its a mothafucka
and Heiss?? fuck that you serving as much as a virgin hooker
brother stop it il throw you undercover for faking
im like a jamaican how i drink you and fry you like "bear-can"
son im not trying but cant you see im eat you for lunch
fucking with me is forbidden like horny nuns
its like you faggits cant digest it, you always want to start shit
the boards gone rusty so ima lay yall down like to fit a carpet