every time u gettin-cash im takin it in a second-flat..no need to get physical// i imbead lead in-his-scull// blow the mind away thats spittin these fictional principles// u weak-son i wish u would speak-none// and talent? ya need-some..before steppin-to-code// u a "bitch" wit a "white T" and im "wettin-ya-shirt"..to expose ya true-sex// ya "actin" and ya "movie" is bout to be "out-of-stock"// tossed in the trash cuz u aint really bout-the-block// im a "master" wit out-the-"lock"..im spittin-the-bars// "infectin ya system" like im givin-ya-"SARS"..deletin-u-slowly// "PoW!"-u-are-weak..straight booty-whack// i hit a "J" and u stay "silent, bob",in this battle i smoke ya like a "doobie-snack"//u be whack, u blow-dick wit the "blow-fish" and stick it in "hooties"-ass..and thats mad-raw// hit this cats-jaw wit a hack-saw..thats ya new dental-plan// 512 loves "george's bush", hes his #1 presidential-fan..my verse is set-and-typed-out// nuthin left in my head so ima end-this-right-now..