I'm high already, but battlin u makes me higher/
My record is gonna be betta than urs, so just call me sire/
what ya think u a thug, u prolly masterbate in yo dreams/
pants full of cream, man that shit is obscene/
I'm new to da charts bustin through doors/
hard to da core, spittin these flows that can't be ignored/
Creativity thats leathal, pullin tricks like Evil Caneval/
Come at me again, I'll pimp ya girl out to all my people/
Cuz u gonna fuck around and end up in a coma/
My fists will BBQ yo ribs betta than Tony Roma's/
I always bust my heat first, now I'm challengin ya corpse/
to make things worse, I feel no remorse/
U know I'm no stranger to danger, like Christ in da manger/
feel da whole range of my anger/
Ya betta bring some betta shit next time we battle/
I spit my shit so hard, I'll make ya fuckin jaw rattle/
I'm on da brink, your lyrics? They just stink/
Maybe next time we battle, I'll actually have to think