U couldn't 'rap' if ya name was 'Surran', my ''punches'' hit 'harder' than 'Roberto Duran'//
Step 'back' from tha 'frame' or get 'smack' wit ma 'hand', not even 'hot' wit 'fire-starter' and a 'lighter in hand'//

U attack wit 'cellephane' bars, so i melt tha 'plastic'//
ya 'lyrics' wouldn't be 'drastic' if you 'spit' tha 'president in'a casket'//

Im lookin back as I pass-ya, Let ma crew smoke this herb to//
U rhyme'a wak disasta, Props for joke wins u got and didn't deserve to//

Obsessed wit dick rydin votes, it's ya'll whole life u should put in quotes//
Adress that shit on Rb u'll be hidin home, neva spit, you out~ta~see like fishin boats//

U catchin diminishin Blows wit lines of finishin rows my job is crisin'in hoes//
Blessin this vet wit chest ingestion no protection ta get, spit on his hed wit un-specified flows//

un-presidented shit u never herd, never will i'll take ya ears,
fakes and queers,
virgins in this game start brakin' years//
won't see this version'a shame i put u away while u makin tears//