I'm gettin closer to winning, even though i'm still at the start//
Rippin dis emcee like (LIL) kim's clit , from part to part//
Lyrics like Osama, vicious but how they form is still a mystery//
Only way you'll win battles, if you go to the army and enlist G//
I school kids, you stressin? I ‘ll beat you wit books til you learn ya lesson//
Found on the 'wrong ranch', so i'm guessin you just confessed to 'cross dressin'//
It like im straight from hell cause My lethal sounds pound ya eardrums and hit ya brain, Leavin it stained with images of infinite pain//
You couldn't be elevated if you was sniffin' the caine, and sippin' the grain liquor during lift off on a plane//
i hop like stray rabbits smack you like whip lashes//
you couldnt FOCUS on rap if you was joe budden with glasses//
you're making me mad...now watch me turn green//
pound your skull...doctors ponder is that is head or his spleen//
Comet lives past expectations N the guns destroy nations//
Reading my verse he try to match it leaving him overwork like slaves on plantation//
u aint spitin shit dogg all it was was ~soft~ i got u in check u need to learn and just ~watch~ listen to me as i break this shit ~down~ i got u locked up like whitney and bobby ~brown~//