this nigga tapin his feet 2 my beat as if i was da thrilla
u callin yo self gangsta killa, but yo words dont amount
spittin i love u love me dont count
im bankin dis nigga as if he was my bank account
u must be a decoy, niggaz use u 2 see if otha niggaz r good
i kno, cause yo lyrics aint sharp enough 2 chop wood
just like all decoys somethin bad always happens
u couldnt catch me even if i was in slow motion
when im done u wont have any emotions
u fuckin flamin faggot
every1 knos this is america, im hittin dis nigga so hard he thinks america just ordered an attack on africa
dawg face it u r da 1st and u r the last
u can rip on my record, but yo lyrics will always stay in da past
u r da definiton of an outkast, u'll neva fit in
stop wit yo rhymes, its so wack i think da cops bout 2 bust u fo a crime
fo spittin da shiitiest rhyme in da world
just let it be and do wht u good at, suckin on niggaz dick...pce