u fake rapper//fake thug// fake attacker//you spit like you is a man// but yet u pull out the gun //because you can handle my left and right hand// you spit hard but yet you don't understand//look on the right to ur stands//look to the left and wave to my fans//yea dog I earn them//I made them//I wrote them//look nigga toughness just wont blend//you have no lines no lyrics to defend//you suck so much you have no money to spend//dam nigga quit while you can//I am going to show you how to rhyme//I am going to do you a favor and shot you from behind//I am going to sit hear and write 12 books on shit that’s on my mind//your going to be so confused you just cant find//I am going to make 50 cent look like shit while he sits down bends over and sucks ur dick//lets give lyrically minded a name//never mind//I might shit on him to hard lets just call him “lame”//lets see who’s that nigga going to blame//let me show him the real freestyle game//let me spell out his new last shame//I mean name//fuck this I ant wasting my day//this nigga needs to run and go play//he needs to get up from his fat ass and buy his own gay parade//I am going to show you the real life the real shot gun the real knife and when he gets married there I am sleeping with the wife// What's with the crack sit down nigga you can't think about it sure as hell handle that// Let me hand you my signature hat//banging you up like i was a pit ball and ur a street cat// Ur the old man I am the child beating you with the bat//yet I am hoping that you have something to defend and attack// You say ur in some zone?// what's this shit I am going to trash you and take over this throne// Don't try to speak especially with that shity tone//I am going to take u out to the street// I am going to give new lines//new unlimited time//new styles new beats/I don't think he study for this test// Sit down and listen to the best//sit down before I shot u 5 times in the chest// and maybe my boy might let u be my guest //