Yo, this is fo ma niggaz in N.Y.G....

Anotha killa MC who thinks he's killa with the mics//
Sick with the ryhmes and coo' wit them hot dykes//
Well, this cat is jus' anotha wannabe fo ya'll to laugh at while he says he's sick//
But look at this...See his profile-pic, his girlfriend suckin' his small dick?//
I got mo rhymes put together than both Rascalz//
I got huge cribs the size of mutha fuckin' castles//
MC's bow down before me to worship ma vocabualry//
I'm kickin' this niggaz ass so fuckin' hard it's fuckin' scary//
This cat's got ballz the size of his mom's herpes//
She got 'em from Killa*MC, her own son, oh geez//
It's sad when ya hafta ask yo mom fo a blow job//
But his ballz r so small, ya may as well call him No-Knob//
I'm done with the small dick-part, have ya comited suicide?//
Guess not, well I guess I'll have to comitt a fuckin' homocide//
I got mo glocks than this pussy's got boyfriends//
I got mo 9's than this nigga's got g-strin's//
My rhymes burn, like a fuckin' inferno//
Go sit in that corno an' look at yo homosexual porno//
If this nigga can't kill himself, he betta run to Asia//
OR EVEN BETTA, LET'S COMMIT EUTHANASIA!!//
'Cause this cat's so pathetic, he would ask fo help to kill himself//
Well, ya see that cliff? Go ahead...jump...'cause this niggaz somethin' else//
Well, I juts knocked this mutha fucka onto the floor//
Now this shit is wha' RB is fo!//

Yo, drop ya verse...