sup "bloke" you a "joke" why you challenge me son//
every time you "toke" you "choke" and dont learn your lesson//
dont even know why im battling, if i dont spit ill still have won//
but just in case, after this battle, youll meet my smith and wesson//

its okay if you wanna cry...i know the "rhymes i spit hurt"//
its so hot i got you sweatin like a "hooker in church"//
im the lyrical assailant wit a preverbial "bat made of birch"//
im like a vulture, i wait for the right moment to leave perch//

you test me, and i meet you in an alley and blow ya brains out//
i got my crew wit me, you dont know what delinquentz about//
we tied you up, put you in the trunk wit a gag in ya mouth//
and throw ya off a dam, and leave you to float down south//

fatal components and ill delinquentz eat pussys like you//
but when you see a pussy, you dont know what to do//