my words gonna hit dis nigga once, but it'll stick with him foreva each day he'll think he's hearin ecko's
u can call yo self paco, but my lyrics intimidate u dats y u callin my physco
i should of told u my lyrics aint suitable for punks
cause they contain bad graphics
maybe u cant read this shit, next time if we eva battle remind me 2 put em in hieroglyphics
so u can understand it when i give u da bird
this nigga could battle, ladin, and saddam and he'll still come third
dats how bad u r, this bitch is so silent i think he's on mute
where u eva in band? cause yo lyrics comin out like a fag who played da flute
my lyrics are dangerous its given u mad signs
dats tellin dis rap game aint 4 u maybe u should re-sign
cause yo words aint no match fo repo
take a websters dictionary and look up my words
cause they dont come with pictionarys
everytime u hear da name repo u'll think im callin fo a meetin
but its just yo mind toyin wit ya, cause it cant take da fact u got badly beaten
when im done u gonna be strainin fo words as if u were constipated
lesson 2 u and others, my words cant be debated
u must be a skater, pretendin 2 be a rapper
cause u unfoldin as if u were my condom wrapper
in fact u r my condom, i just used u and now u r goin in da trash
cause yo shit is garbage, wouldnt even make it on blues clues frontpage

pce