For you this is "nightmare on elm street" coz i'm gonna cut you up like "freddy"/
u callin me gutless and a fag but when i'm blowin u away with tha mack ma arm stayin steady/
u only givin me 10 minutes to spit this verse but u know i don't stress/
fuk tha 10 minutes i could kill u with 9 less than that which is infinately less/
why tha fuck did you even challenge me dawg we all know u aint got no game/
u battlin against westy is jus association and that aint gonna bring u fame/
you gave me ten minutes to spit ten to fifteen bars/
thats about as long as it takes you to go and collect ur national security check coz i know u can't afford no cars/
when u challenged me u thought u were as hard as "triple h"/
shit we all know like ur status u aint "tha game" u like tha wrestlin jus fake/
shit dawg i'm sick of u always tryna disrespect ma "flow"/
shit i'm like "water" u like "concrete" i'm surprised u didn't no show/
ur ma friend so i aint gonna go to hard with tha diss dawg/
but from all that hash u smokin to give u tha courage i'm surprised you can see tha monitor through tha fog/
and yo i don't wanna be known as tha guy who ended you rap career/
but seein as i know u fo sho after this diss u hittin tha beer,but not to toast a victory jus to cover up ur fear/