You Couldn’t Come-Hot On-Top Of the hale Bop Comet,Bitch//2
This Fairy’s-Shit Rarely-Hits,And He Rides 9Milimetre Dick So Much He’ll Probably Bare-his-Kids//1
Omega got Written and he “Free”-Well So When I Talk Shit, Most Niggas Can-tell-I-Mean-Well//3
All Your Beef is “Promotional”….Getting All Emotional and “Chocked-Up”Like Latrell-Spreewell// 4
You Never Heard Me Rap About Gats So Why The Fuck You Lyin-To-Da-People?!?// 5
Look at You Now…Dyin-in-Da-Fetal, Postion While Ya Missus Is Crying-In-Cathedrals//6
And Your Shits-Broke, Like Your Tone When I Slit-Your-Throat//7
Stripped-Your-Throne and Ripped-Your Clothes Till Your Clits-Exposed//8
The Groove-Inspector just Chewed-His-Sector and Added On a Forseen Losing-Record//9
Ya Shit’s-Erratic With The Same ol’(old) War Disses Acting “Cinematic” but Ya’ll know Who Da True-Director//10