look, i dont know y u callin your self godbody/
cuz when i shoot ya, u still gona have holes throughout ya body/
u cant come close to god, cuz u still usein a trainin potty//
why ur face lookin plotty,are u gettin scared or somethin/
u figured out that i was foreal about ya frontin/
u keep up that bullshit im gona put ya on an I.V. that quits pumpin//
now ur hearts really thumpin, u wished ya wouldnt have ever met me/
got u pourin out sweat beads/
crawlin on ur knees sayin "please jus let me"/
u like my worst pet peave, always around/
u try to ack hard but i smack u to tha ground/
got ya face so bloody an brused that u look like a circus clown//