ya got a prob nigga,you think ur reps bigger,
hold ur head rright there,while i squeeze the trigger,
cause im a crazy motherfucker,thats no joke,
my favourite smell is the aroma of gun smoke,
im bustin off ur worst nightmare,
ur gonna hate the kid,u think i care,
well i dont give a fuck,cause i rhyme tough,
drop science,still bust the ill stuff,
this battle is mine,u track the movement,
hide from the punchline,tell ur dad ill see him in jail next time,
whats up,you say u wanna be down,
ease back or get beat down,
out my face fool,im the illest,
i get shot,and die harder than bruce willis,
next time dont think ull get it easy,
thinkin you got the win,cause im a newb,
if my bullets miss,they will bomerang round fast,
too come back hard,and kick ur ass,
i called you as a bitch,now im sending u back with a loss,
ur still a bitch,just not people no its not false,