im about to go to yo town,take u down,a backstreetboy and beat down this new kid on tha block
i'll knock ur flow like pattys old house when doug threw da rock
got u stuck in a closet with no way out i got this fag locked
get off my jock stop actin like u are what ur not u aint stapped like a tube top
i got a chip on ur shoulder and i'll eat it this aint scrambled eggs bitch u better beat it
I get a kick out of leavin wankstas like u defeated
tryin to sneek to catch me wit your wifey but u couldnt get a peak kid
who did u see walkin down the street, it was ur mom & me
my boy was like yo son, thanks 4 passin her on 2 me
shes on a knee but didnt score a touchdown im hittin a homer im the bomb u see
its 2 bad u couldnt make a hundred bucks if u was playin monopoly
if i knocked u down u wouldnt stand up if u where doin comedy
spittin ur pathological fiction will leave u lyin in da street
rymes are a mysteriousely mythological sorry bitch i aint greek
u couldnt catch brains if u was usin a catchers mit, or an outfeilders glove
im never spitn the writtin its from the top im gettin this shit, show me some love