Listen bitch i ain't your kid or your son/
after your moms stops giving me head i'll ask her who won/
quit thinkin you hard playin wit toy guns/
im the Roy jones of the game your lyrics hurt my ears like tyson/
i hang wit gang members, killers, and thugs/
you trying to catch me you can't even catch my nine's slugs/
That are invested in your head like ear plugs/
your lyrics are dying your grave is already dug/
say good bye to your kids and wife/
cuz your gonna come to my projects for the rest of your life/
Make you a bitch holdin a niggas pocket/
have you continue playing with barbie dolls and a picture of Debo in your locket/
i repeatedly beat you in the eyesocket/
if you truly want to be a hero go ask Davy Crocket/
im a nigga called a dawg wit a millimeter/
a K9 who put teeth in you till you wuz bleedin liters/
My Nigga Peter murdered your family in front of your eyes as a special feature/
im droppin cold as lyrics can you breath through an Avalanche/
Your Girl like my cum on top of her like cools ranch/
This battle is over nigga im done giving you a chance/