aight step ta dis....

look at dis weak kat,bio-magnifiaction,u shoulda stayed at the side lines observing in contomplation, cuz the shit is spitz "dope" to leave u lyrically wasted//1

while u bloody on ur kneez u'll ponder ur creation, shouldnt have step to dis, cuz itz mc decimation, herez my declaration//2

u cant kick or hit it, ya verse would still be wack if i fucken spit it,on these katz im shittin on and their pre-written, u shit couldnt be bitten, cuz u aint able to like a new born kitten//3

the shit u spit "wack" like u hexed wit a curse, but check it muhfuka i could make this fuken worse, leave u in ya hearse, lyrically smashed corpse, cuz like metalica im showin "no remorse"//4

thinkin u in da mafia, bitch is u da don? probaly not cuz u still lookin for watchz to pon,sayin u rep goodfellaz and dem foolz "get on", u only mountin dickz cuz itz ya mutha fukin job//5

as usual this spitten is off da top of da dome, ur not even worth it if u were platinum, gold or chrome, ur not worthy of a trophy shelf or a case, i dont even care bout dis battle this herb can be replaced//6

with another fufckin herb to be merked by the quickness, my spit is chemical warfare now ur infected by the sickness//7

u'll soon black out cuz itz similar to a coma, this shit is to dope to comprehend for ya//8

when u drop ya verse no one'll care, u only receive histerious laffs, pointing and stares//9

stares of disapointment, i burn so get ya ointment, i rip dis kid frum his jointz, for all yall enjoyment

peace