Now dis cat name young mik//
Needz 2 stay off mah dick//
I bet dis poor basterd is gonna shit a brick wheni finish off his shyt//
Go ‘head bytch call me a wigga//
But I bet u won’t say shyt when u c a dark figga//
Run up and start bustin caps out of my 9millameter trigga//
Cuz my flow is so sicc it’ll almost think u got cancer//
And fuccin wit me will leave ur lifespan shorter than mah homeboi Rodney Chanceller//
u r slow in da head and i speed rite ova ya like i was in a sooped up mitshubishi lancer//
But datz it I'm done//
u can just epond 2 me as numba 1//
and if u want peace, u can take a shot frum da peice aka my gun