Yo,
U could b a "vet" nd yo verse still wouldn't b "accomplished",
If ya writtenz was dressed in "Ecko", dey still couldnt b "Complex"//
I could b a "dislexic", nd in "writtens" i still could have fold-him,
'Cuz diz nigga like "nutt hairs", he up on everyman's "scrotem".//
U betta start "helpin strays" cuz dat only u could b a "vet",
Wen hiz "priest iz blessin" him, datz da only time he got a "cross on hiz chest"//
Battled me, cuz he knew hiz rep’ goin 2 die-soon/ He bein good, cuz he kno he gonna get raped in confined rooms//
Nobody undastand u wen u speak, we all not used to “burb-slang”,
If I battled u in "Scrabble", u still couldn’t come up wit “werdplay”//
Diz nigga style’s cheap, juz like da Lugz-on-his-feet,
Diz nigga clutchin his purse like old ladys, wen he c a thug-on-da-street
I got nigga bitch on her knees cuz she think itz love-wen-I-creep,
Da bitch burned him like a “butcher” cuz dere “blood-on-hiz-meet”
Son diz nigga reel fag, complainin bout da pains-in-hiz-shoe,
4 battlin me, xcuse him, he "stoopid" cuz he" give brain-2-hiz-crew"