This kids shows up spittin and prewritten, afraid to say fuck, this cat aint nuthin but a kitten/
When I'm hitt'n, he'll get the wind knocked out from in him, leave him sweat'n to the oldies like richard simmons/
ill just be relaxn and maxin til you step up and catch a backhand, you think'n you in charge, you run as much as a fat man/
Cuz you dont know how i do, you'll get your name changed from verbally abusive to verbally abused/
what was you think'n son, didnt you know its murder 1 every time i step to the podium, leave your ass with your throat slashed like ron goldman/
and I'm a get off like OJ, you bout to get sent off son cuz im #1 and you just OK/
then i'll make it flip like recip-ricol and leave your ass KOed, you'll get ya ass pounded like Play-doh"
I'm Muhammed Ali, you just Will Smith when they make a movie about me you just gonna play in it/
Cuz you aint nuthin but a poser, you keep the bench warm while I go in as the closer/
cuz im an all star, im gods gift to hip-hop, while you hang out in gay bars and give blow jobs and truck stops/
you fag, you go stag to the b2k concert, yell'n "have my baby omarian" til ya muthafuck'n lung hurt/
you'll get punctured if you come 6 feet with in my juncture, you take one step more you gon' be that many under/
I'm boy wonderous, rhymin thunderous, turnin on your cpu today was exactly what your blunder was/
I just got killed, but it's ok though, now you can find out if heaven's got a ghetto/(2pac song)