yo anin't no true rapper yo better start to remorse cuz kid I saw your ass yesterday reading the magazine "source"/
that shit is owned by Benzino dawg do u need a hip hop course/?
you aint got no flow theres more movement goin on in the blood stream of a corpse/
I'll eat up yo shit quicker then a starvin man does to a Christmas ham/
the only way you goin control my flow is if yous bulit a dam/
when I start to spit people sit on there ass and listen to me like I was a preist tellin a sermon at mass/
I can cut u up quicker then a lawn mower does to foot high grass/
u think u can battle wit me? mother fucka please/
you must have an oral disease the way u always suck dick on your knees/
you betta watch how you talk and spit bout my name even though you scream like tarzan you rhyme like Jane/
you plain, you stick on nuts just like the underwear made by Hanes/