You better put down the gat, before i blast your ass
And mash on you with a bat, until i crack your back
Pull the mack, it's like that, than i smack you fast
You just got bitchslapped, hand to hand combat
Then you look up at me with your tear filled eyes
Begging me please stop this i realise
that i can't beat Deceit, you can see through my lies
I'll quit rap, go home and stuff my fat face with pies
You a bitch motherfucker can't afford a blunt
You stuck with arrested penis development
I shut down your shit, and proved that you're a bitch
So fuck you too, you rather lick on a dick
But stay off mine, try to make your own lines
Here's some money, get high, go wild and die
You ain't got a life, no present or future
Only thing you got is tears cuz my rhymes'll shoot ya