yo ima murda dis man......

dis nigga really thinks he gotta chance against me.... but he bout to get merked real quickly..... cuz da shit i spit will leave u filthy//
check it wat type of name is gridlock..... u could tell he aint got no friends, cus all he does is play wit his cock.... its funny da way u bout to get dropped.... cuz ima lock up ya lines like if i was da cops.... and have u on da sidelines givin me props.... da best thing u do is just stop..... cuz if u continue u gonna get rocked//
u aint no real rappa.... u just a fuckin acta..... u wanna be gangsta.... u rap like a str8 up wanksta//
dogg be for real..... da lines i spit ull lock u up like da slomen shield..... u kno da deal.... u betta off just stayin still//
nigga to challenge me, u must have a mental disease..... da only thing ur good at is being on ya knees..... fuck bein my son nigga u my niece...... u bout to get merked lyrically...... u aint nuttin but new pussy..... i feel bad dat ima defeat a fresh rookie//