yo, you got all these victories cant even spit first verse//
this dude claiming to be thug, he faker than fools gold, ima send him away in a herse//
27 wins shouldnt you be on elite front lines?? ohh no thats cus you got shit hooks and wack rhymes//
cus my flow hot, comes through your lungs, melting your air sacks, kills you slowly like anthrax//
but its more painful like your chest gonna explode, bones crack start brakin through your body mould//
now how you gonna respond, i rip out your voice box, stopping the wocal cords to work rite//
so wat you say now is just a spray, of blood, tissue and flesh thats rotton and decay//
so now i unload a clip, hits you in the lips, slurring your speach even more//
beef to me aint nuthin, just shoot fake thugs that are frontin, keep em runnin//
yo yo, i chop this thugs jugular vein loss of blood make his brain go insane//
make this white boy all red with a couple of bullets to the head//