cheah, aight ....check

I came for the title, you Glass Joe in my box/
lump ya dome then spark 16 and put holes in the knots/
bitch im grimey, this other guy is just dirt on my tims/
Me..I'll shit on his truck and smear the terd on his rims/
for real dawg I'll treat ya spit like ah Soul Train dancer at first/
blow ya thoughts on a blackboard then unscramble ya verse/
but Im more worst of a problem than HIV wit black women/
stab ya in the gut wearing 'black demin'/
threw on a 'Mike Vick Jersy' just to match with em/
tell ya boy Rippa he betta keep a strap wit em/
I gotta laugh homie, you aint even a match/
Im magic wit bullets,they in this 9 but watch, they'll be in ya back/
so fuck you, tell RB to start writing ya will/
Im uppin the level nigga, fuck ya life and ya skills/