Now entering the ring... weighing in at 185 pounds... the one... the only...A to the muthafucking Z!

With my repitoir im rippin ya...lyrically throat slitting ya//
Just call me a blow torch cuz lyrically im burning ya//
Like an Ali Shuffle this dance means ya about finished//
Like TuPac and Biggie im leaving ya will to live diminished//
Ha, this is a rematch 5-1 the last time//
Imma bitch slap like Deion Sanders im the Prime Time//
Man this guy seen more dicks then a gay attending physician//
Beef with me? With intense precision i make ya regret ya decision
Im catching all ya rhymes like I was armed with a ball mitt//
like a game of hide and seek its time to come up out the closet//
Im ripping ya ass up, but it aint from ya gayness//
Its cuz im sending a scent to Calvin Kline called pussy fragrance//
Man I got ya back like an old rich man licks ya crack//
Or like ya say no to dicks in ya ass…ya aint a ‘man’ so they call you Pack//
Oh and five and ya still hot…I don’t wanna hear it//
Cuz ya girls giving me more head then a hat when I fit it//
If ya had your way that would be you bitch//
Like a rebel army nigga theres a reason why ya crew-less
Its cuz ya fucking suck…imam be for real//
Like a naked banana your rhymes just lost their appeal
If you a true playa you just lost for the human race//
Like a lost puzzle piece, Zainy, you outta place//
So now i sit back and think about how to spit this shit//
If there are ten thousand ways to die how you want me to bring it//
You ever looked into the eyes of a murderer?//
You ever looked into your daughter's eye while im hurting her?//
Well get used to it bitch, your times coming//
Im giving you to the count of ten... get you weak ass running//
You want a condom? Heres a pin with a net on the end//
What its too big? Ok I guess ya just can’t bust a nut then//
Not that that’s a problem, ya could cum if you wanted to//
Only been with gurls on the net just like B-Rad from Malibu//