aight here we go

nigga u a young buck and thats what u'll always be
ur punches r so weak, they can't even graze me
y r u even on this site postin, my lyrics a have u chokin, u don't got guns, dicks r all u be totin
my punches will have u moanin, the machete will split u open, u not in my class, I would consider rezonin*
no doubt my missles a reach ya, they'll heat and seek ya, I'm not ur father, but I'm a still beat ya
physically, mentally, lyrically, every way possible
I'm unstoppable, and I'll easily overcome this obsticle(which is this battle)
inferior emcees like u make me have to commit merkery(the act of merkin)
a battle with me is more lethal than inhaling mercury
young buck, yous a dumb fuck, get ur tongue cut, ur rhymes stink more than fuckin skunk
yous a weak bastard, u softer than mammories
even if u was the glove**, u still couldn't handle me
young buck next time u know, stay in ur league
u can run my kind of distance cause u already showin fatigue


*its like when u live in an area u don't belong in cause ur not rich enough
in this case I'm comparin it to rap, hes not on my level so go somewhere else is what I'm sayin

*Gary Payton, a b-ball player, nickname is the glove cause he plays good defense