Spit w/steez-switchable. Surrounded, I got numbas on Tank, like reciprocals...
I already knew he wanted fuckin beef. He's just "pre-dicked-a-
bull."
Led 2 tha slaughter like u follow-lambs. Can't afford 2 beef, so u borrow-spam...
Eyez deceivin. Ur body carried away, is it ur dead weight or "hollow-gram?"
This fools-a-cunt-its-fact. Tryna win, how u gon pull-a-stunt-like-dat?
I'm schoolin-runts-dats-wack. Think Tank in my crosshairs & got no tools-ta-hunt-rite-back.
Losin by landslide, u neva seen-such-a-fate. U ain't near me, but that don't mean-much-escape...
When u get eaten, who's gon clean-up-my-plate?
Tank now aware-I'm-pissed when I bare-my-fists. Reach 2 rip ya
spine, barely-missed...
Fuck Osama. My hands causin fear, SiN got "terror-wrists."
All tha hot CDs feature-SiN, meet-ur-end when I beat-u-in spittin procedures-then...
apologize 2 ya girl 4 ya gay tendencies while u tryna "reach-amen(d)s."
Lyrics so hot, u spar-embers. Hit 4rm behind like car-fenders...
See "wuts in store" like u a card-member...
Gentle queer must work in a club, ya "bars-tender."
Think Tank? No labels would endorse-his-rhymes. So lyrically
wack, he's forced-to-mime...
U gettin eaten sooner or later, over the "course-of-time."
u doubt-my-might, but when I vocalize u run down south-in-fright...
Punchin u hard, we bout-to-fight. Tank can't "match BOX" me, "out-of-strikes."