theres no other wy for me to explain mah lyrics/
cuz when u hear it, u cant tell i jus spit em an get em/
this fake repper is becomin my next victim/
fuck punches, cuz ill use stones jus to hit em/
if you really want, you can come an get it/
stop talk big shit cuz ur bout to get ur lip stuck/
im whitney houston, the way i leave ur lines sniffed up/
an a block of it hit up, an its leavin u paranoid/
that im the shit, u jus an ass' rash like a hemeroid/
guess wut happens when u fuck wit me an a smiff an wesson/
u end up in an ambulance on a stretcher jus stretchin/
i figured u wouldve learned some sort of a lesson/
ur a fake gangsta, question is wut crew ur reppin/*
if u such a gangsta, where the fuck is ur weapon/
non-violence is wut ur pledin, ur talk is mad different/
now we see a new side of u when ur in a bad predicament/
i heard of E-Town, its in the middle of the country/**
a bunch of hilbillies who do nothin but get munchies/
u fuckin dumby, u aint ghetto, u jus a wannabe/
like an NBA player who can only make it to the summer league/

eh... jus paste ur verse...
*he not in a crew an he a crew repper
**E-town, aka elizibethtown kentucky