yo lil nigga who tha fuck u think u is//
i'm bout to be like swiss beats and show u da bizz//
my rhymes are so strong they'll stop u dead in yo tracks//
leave yo bitchass constipated and beggin fo exlax//
when u seen my record u should of relized u didn't have a chance//
my rhymes preform like a hypnotic trance leave u shaking in yo pants//
like i cop i'll have ur ass remainin silent//
u try to act hard now i'm bout to get violent//
u rhymes hardly made sense and datz in tha future and present tense//
i'm blow u up like tupac and his 12 gauge shotty leavin ur body full of dents//
u think juss cause u spittin ok ur gonna win to me yo rhymes are a disgrace they should be a sin//
yo bitchass might as well call this a loss cause i'm gonna win//
yo u would not know a nine if it was in yo face//
all u gonna know is it put u in a casket and ur final resting place//
yo im done so u can quit cryin and worry about yo self cause u soon to be dyin//