Tha Truest ima leave yo wack ass distressed from tha quest o' mine to put yo to rest//
Whats yo last request bitch, have a gun stand off like da wild west?//
Yo dawg you just messed in tha head, you always gonna be second best to me//
This aint no democracy, is tha united states of black plage, yo under me!//
Yo callin out S.O.S, you dont need help kid, yo need a change o' address//
Ima come after you guns a'blazin, yo face frozen wit the cool chills of ma glock poppin//
A aint stoppin bitch, you challenge tha Lyrical D - ya challenge me//
Assume the crash position, head between yo knees and kiss yo ass goodbye//
A show full blown aggression, yo spit was nuthin more but your confession//
Yo gonna be sufferin from depression at tha end of this battle session//
All thats gonna be left of you is a chalk line round yo body//
Am spittin so hard at you yo hairline got wet an' soggy//
Ill leave yo body in a hamburger bun, yo dawg dont slip up dial 9-1-1//
You got a hired BB Gun, yo expect to get me wit that SHIT//
Fuck off bitch, go home, get a job, cos this is tha end of ma spit//

~peace~