yo thug whyte, tonight tha night i strike tha bright mic,
2 of em came but you will be put to shame, leavin me to blame,
i aint no toy and this aint no game, so stop dreamn bout givin me brain,
my words is poorin out and rainin on your parade,
look at this shit now thug wyte, you wouldnt be a thug if your name was suge night,
but this nigga is a light wid a burrned out bulb, your skillz aint comin at me bright,
so dont fuck wid me cuz im out of your sight, im slammin over ya height,
slammin you to tha backboards, all your rhymes are backwords,
i love to smack herbs like fake thugs, shake you up and like a dime ill break you up,



i cant think right now juss burry me now cuz im dead.....