like "money" your gettin 'used' as if your just a 'whore', your lyrics are shit, even if you were "rich", you'd still be classed as "poor"//1
yeah thats right bitch N.Y.G, imma send around a petition, everyone would sign cos we don't wanna see a But Riding Expidition//2
this competition is like a hare(me) vs. a snail(you), theres only one outcome, you called me out, thats suicidal, cos now your life is in doubt son//3
i shuld've neva accepted to battle someone from the mean streets of boston, you've got balls to step to me, but after this battle you will have lost 'em//4
the way these "words" leave my mouth, its like a game of "scrabble", hip hop aint your thing "bitch", just stick to the "horse and saddle"//5
you take after ya mum the way you ride them cocks, she likes to "bash" dicks, but your different, you like to suck "his" crotch//6(his=bash, hes the B.R.E crew leader)
you've observed my skills but couldn't keep up, you just kept fallin back, stay off my dick bitch, cos lets face it, i am in your C.D rack//7
im here to lighten up this scene cos after readin ya shit, peeps are fed up, the only way you'd make it look like you killed me, is if you sprayed me with ketchup//8
my mixed lyrics leave your mind bare, you neva know what you'll get, bit like your momma, the amount she charges just to get her in bed//9(shes a shit shag despite them high rates)
these lyrics are like amnesia, they're leavin you unconscious, i remember u bitin from "em" and "dre", whats up, is that a "guilty conscience"//10

PEACE............................................. ..........G'LUK