yo tstreets why you poppin shit again, then get offline when i call you out, just to stop me from another win,
im sick of this shit, time to smack up this bitch, he really needs to get a grip, on reality and realize, he cant beat me,
round one was nothin, this time youll see, even in one of your wet dreams, you still couldn't defeat me,
you better get your squad, tell them to retreat, cuz its a fact im never goona get beat, you can even pack tha heat,
come on dawg ill give you a treat, just sit back in your seat and catch this lyrical defeat,
while i knock you off your feet, and my gats decide to leak, you shouldnt have been poppin beef,
then i wouldnt have knocked out your teeth, and put you back in your place, my rhymes set your pace,
so im sayin nicely step outta my face, and dont reach for your "purse", cuz i kno this christian holds down mase.




damn start votin