D-Underground, Dont make a sound, like "Sadaam" yo ass doomed 2be Hellbound/
U fuckin Clown, Wait a minute Fuck it man I'ma stop Beatin round the "Bush"/ (President)
And Let loose with this Lyrical Cannon & Turn ya brainz into Moush/
You claim u spittin fire D-Under G, Homey Lets keep it real/
U couldn't Spew flames if u choked on a lighter near a gasoline spill/
Claimin ya ill, Get real u only ill to your stomach/
Spittin so much Bullshit, Underground is bound 2 vomit/
becuz he Got a lil too anxious and he thought I was a No show/
No Bro, u Doe Doe I'm Iceberg the Pimp of ya Hoe Hoe's/
I don't give a fuck about u punk, or ya brainless ass rap/
Fuckin Moron couldn't find a Punchline if he saw it on a map/
4get it dawg, U cant win, its all over its finshed/
U2 weak Like Popeye when he don't eat his spinach/