yo homey u talk bout leavin me in a hearse
how u gonna kill me when u layin in the dirt
and i'm warnin u everytime i spit my flow gets dirty and worse
u embarass ya moms she keeps pics of me in her purse
u talk bout i'm a drag queen but u the one lookin like a female
i put a knoose round ya neck and stamp u like survivor u lookin like tree mail
and on the real the only tag team i got is my flow and my glock
i know ur kind u talk shit but when action come u run to the cops
yea ya right thats my first post its pretty bad when a newbie beats u
thats like an old man takin out his denchers and still he eats u
yo homey we can keep replyin and this battle can go on forever
just remember when ur brain gets tired i still be spittin cause i'm better