Aight...let's go...

Silk, you a stupid mother fucker for tryin to get at me first//
Cause I’ll put a “peace” on ya chest like a hippie’s shirt//
Cause battlin me is like playin with ur life//
Only “grams” he knows is his grandfather’s wife//
I spit lyrical daggers, you…your knives must be dull//
Just cause u got ur “head up your ass” don’t mean u be “crack-in skulls”//
I crack shells like I’m eatin lobster, dawg I got big chrome//
Battle me and ya get ur legs snapped like they was a wishbone//
Ask Silk he aint want none of me//
Cause I’ll have u “sprint” like u was a phone company//
Ain’t revolvers but I’ll gun this round//
“Throw manure”, and “shit on” this cat in the battle “ground”//