the battle begun and im goin to war with 'duce'/
he realizes im comin to strong now hes wantin a truce/my lines will hit ya quicker than your dad will eva produce/thats why your moms callin me in 2 help her reproduce/my shit is so hot u'll think its heat waves/who's yo fortune teller, cause even da bitch knows im atls best seller/ this nigga strainin fo words as if he's constipated/ face it yo shit is out dated/ i'll eat it up fo breakfast,lunch, and dinner/ then u can trully call me a sinner/ my records dont show me bein a winner/but in yo moms eyes i am, da way i hit da bitch/she thinks im rich, hit her so hard from da back, sends her day dreamin/i can flow all nite like stream/but im'a affraid it'll make yo lyrics scream/oh FUCK IT, cant help it im extreme/my punches r thicker than a supreme/ People when u hear sirens dont be scared/its da ambolance comin for duce