Don't let the records fool u. R-Dot's hotter than napalm/
The only way ur *gettin' off easy* is w/ ur dyck in ur palm/
My blood thirst is worse than sharks submersed in bodies that burst/
And i'll leave thys pussy on his period by the tyme i finish thys verse/
U done fucked up kid. Set urself up for a merkin'/
Cuz ur flow is lyke an unemployed person jerk it's not workin'/
I know the style got u on my dyck. Change the name 4rm spittin quik/
By the end of thys shyt he'll be Swallowin' Kidz/
Hey pops... I got it in the *Baghdad* (bag, dad), *Iraq*ed (i racked) up a win/
Capone's atomic bytch. I just bombed on u kid.../

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... U better hope i don't remember ur name/
'Cause i'm dryvyn drunk hyttyn pedestryans on memory lane/