ill eat u like i eat "Mustard", if i diss u are u gonna sue, wake up this is the real world u need to get a "Clue"//
I aint here to flirt, u dont "spit" u "squirt", i throw "fire" so dont get mad if u get ur feelins "hurt"//
u aint gonna turn this into another Saigon, remember im the one holdin the gun, so let by-gones be by-gones//
when u get "ripped", dont be embarrased when i make u look like a freak off "Tales from the Crypt"//
after i get the KO dont be like them bitches that be whinin for a revote//
if the senate wanted to put ur verse in the anthem the Pres. would give a "Vito", he might start readin but then not bother, u like the old man that got killed by "GodFather"//
u have trouble gettin girls to come near ya, sort of like the truth avoids Al-Jazeera//
i see u cringe, u scared to get singed, u already got burned and u not seekin revenge, the only way to get out of this hell is to say u was like suffrin from Binj, u like a door "whack"ed off of its hinge//
u still a "baby" wearin a "bib", u coulda chose biccardi but u chose Mr. Pib, u nuthin special ur like Chris Rock livin in a ghetto
"crib"//
ur underage, below average, not makin the grade, so get the fuck off a the stage, before u incite my rage//
lets get this over so i can get back to ur mom, maybe u dont know it but she "blows" like a "nuclear bomb"//
aight so that was below the belt, but since u dont have balls it wasnt a hit that u felt//
why yo name is Syke, is it cuz u cant tell it straight, or cuz mind aint right//
battlin u is like eating a "raw pike", since ur a "newb" i shoulda let ya "bite"//