A yo lunkhead what you running for,
you still a hungry virgin, looking for the fast score,
never heard of ya before, dont cry no more bitch,
cause Ill be at your door, ready to knock you to the floor,
leave you sore cuz you started this war\
never seen a man cry, much to my surprise,
till my words spread like the fuckin ebola vi (virus)
smoke crack and die, smoke weed and get high,
how you going to survive, when your shit aint revised?
its all guessed and dotted i's
which dont make sense in my eyes,
its made to look systemized,
but to me , your now victimized\
right now your thoughts are empty,
didnt know what you were coming up against, until you met me,
I got an arsenal of words that need to be emptied,
leaving you edgy, dont know what ords might tempt me,
you spit words worse than M.C.
hammer your head to this fence peice,
no telling where the rest will be
shit dog dont feel bad about your envy,
show emcees the next dead enemy\ motherfucker