nigga, ya rap career is a lost cause like you
came into a gun fight wit a knife.
my glock'll have ya brains ~Ridin Spinners~ like
it came from a revolver. gay marriage is fo' sinners (faggot)
you ~da numba one raper~ like you was ~lilray~
ya momma shoulda had an abortion, neva let you see
da light of day. you wrapped around niggaz dicks like
you an expert at contortion. my inside rhymes send
subliminal lines
told you nigga to bring heat, you got a radiator in yo backseat.
pull a gun out fasta than ~pistol pete~. you pulled
out a plastic glock, nearly sent my ass into drastic shock
people accusin you of bitin. winnin this battle? you musta
illusioned it. my rhymes are complicated. take you hours
just to diffuse it. two shots in ya belly, dyin tha same death as that nigga ~makavelli~(the famous one, not the one on rb)
askin bitches to ride witchu like you ~mockin nelly~
nigga gay like da purple tella-tubby. saw dis nigga suckin
the dick of j. lo's ex hubby. battle me in a ~pink slip~ and spit dat ~hot shit~. rollin 20 deep in ya chest. carry AR-15's, M-1's, and 22's, my niggaz carry da rest. ya crew look like they shut they
eyes and guess. how many different ways can this shit be expressed...don't fuck wit da best!