yo wen i dig, i create graves in bunches, face a crowd at once, slate the bravest punches//

be ashamed ta return home, THO u mommi -scolded ya fo ya raps, you claim ta cut domes?, i FLoW like oragami -foldin this cat//

i see ya throat packs a thick coat of weekness, it take 7 days to spit back, runnin frum'me like it was da preekness//

dont forget to remind me that my timin just about right wen rymin,
i bet u can find he stuck on doods like'a suits tight linin//

is'a bit flooded in this game so i'll single u out, blunted as fuck wit munchies so i prignled this bout//

wit one proud shout, and once you popped, the shots just didn't stop, win this bout loud, cuz i faced a dunce who dropped//

So if the price is right and ya high needs life, you comin down tanite, Mnemonic device in'a fight if the supply bleeds right, meks don't sumin clowns thas right//

Call me tha psychiatrist for dis dood's flo, All in his hed, decidin which lines stay and which should go//

Finish this wanna-be Emcee, while i'm on one bent-knee,
Diminish ya gundam-G, my proposition model let u down witta jerk, but gentaleee//

Spiniach and ya arms, it wont fund'um, ya position's below tha ground, you inert-- mentally//