atention martin is that u fartin or the smell of that whack ryme u startin/
its hurtin ma heart watchin u the "god" of chokers shitin u self from the "devil" of smokers/
this shits gonna be an easy game of "poker" ask yer "mum" ive already showed her/
ur ryme wasnt cute, no it was worse than whack, thats y am gonna say that u reducate ur ass./
cause out here u aint gonna "last" 2min bitch, when u sound like a 5yr old dislexic "hadicap" shit./
so listen martin u nuthin but a fagot, u only need 1 "hit", stepin to an "untouchable" will get yer lip split/
u already findin it hard for ur self to spit, what a mess its gonna be when im finished wit ur "face", tell me have u ever seen that "tuna" paste./
all u are is a waste of space so i can see me puting ur deletion in place./
martin u were sayin i was flapin, when this shit aint a "race", but with a ryme like that ur obviously "mistakin" that u aint no ace./
u also mistakin about finishing me wit a byby, cause i will finish ur face wit a driveby./
so now now dont go an cry, u only one more bitch on ma hitlist that will die./