nigga u couldnt have a tight flow in ya dreams if u slept wit a wet suit//
i'll demolish all ya bros and sis house, cause im scuffin ya crowed ass big boot//(the old lady who lived in da shoe)
you'll neva get boo'd off stage cause i'll lyrically clap u//
u couldnt have no teckneck(teknique) in da forsaken garden even i put a whole in ya adams apple//
fuck wit dis, and i'll reach ya heart by openin ya chest like vicks//
my foots up ya ass like ya non ill lyrics, now u got shit stains on my icy white kicks//
my cooked rymes is hot like some fresh cake batter//
shatter ya cold shit wit a shotty........BOOM and watch ya shit splatter//
fuck ya arm, i'll rip out ya whole skeloten cause i had a bone to pick'em//
like tryin to stab a ghost, im spittn quick so its hard to stick'em//
u not famous,im big like a anceint cell phone, u suck like a ic kareem cone//
sendin electromagnetic waves that'll shatter ya bones, and i'll watch u as smoke and da smell of fried bacon rise from ya dome//

i said u spit first but i jus went for da hell of it, so i'd like u to follow up, like now