Yo,

Chop ya brain in half so ya think twice ya soul i'll sacrafice
when ya dead ill put my pic in ya head to picture me rollin through
while i pop a slug in you and if u had a crew them too
ya flo is delicate and wasted call me elmers ya bout to get pasted
on a street ,clean ya wit a broom call me a street sweeper
my punches go deeper, yours weaker ya lame-brained
im uppin like planes but ya bars leakin like drains
ya pillow soft like cotton like head bangers ya head im rockin
ya l's im stockin in stacks ya face im leavin in cracks
like old pavement on a busy street on ya knees and off ya feet
ya too meek no paddles and ya up my creek these words i speak
make u dumbfounded to the limit im in it to win it u can't finish
chokin like smoke, take ya out the game deck cause ya a joke