Yo dis bytch hostile spitta/is gonna get knocked da fucc out wit a 1 hitta/ u aint nuttin but a begina/fuccin crackhead thinkin u can beat me/all u wanna do is b me/just cuz u rhyme don't mean u makin sense/cuz ur so damn cold,dat i burn u up ike im made of heated vents/muthafucca u r shook/u r half of a halfway crook/dem rhymes ain't even urz dey probably outta dem lyrics for dummies bookz/ima fill u up wit lead and i aint talkin bout a pencil/look at wha da fucc u got into/now i suggest after u lose, dat u stay out mah biz/or else ima continue 2 let ur bytch swallow my jizz/cuz punkz like u get beat up/smacked around and clapped wit da heata/now i aint come here 2 talk 2 da wanksta's/i came herre 2 murda dem and spit at da gangstas/u r a fuccin bitch I'm glad u found ur nitch,u a pointless person/ now da only way u can beat me is 2 make a explicit rap wit out da cursin