im comin at u and i aint coming wrong/
how the FUCK u call urself potient when ur T,H.C aint strong/
spit
I'm a dogg leavin niggaz bodies battered by tha bunches/
while dis kats watchin 8 mile tryin to memorize eminems punches//
Ur tha type of muthafucka to have a bat and still lose a fight/
juss like this battle u no ur gonna lose so ur bitchass is gonna bite//
u claim ur a man but bitch ur still gettin pleasure from u right and left hand/
my deadly rhymes will fry u like chicken in a grease pan//
i drop big bombs like tha us against iraq/
i spent rhymes that will have u not wanting a comeback//