ya got a prob nigga,you think ur reps bigger//
hold ur head rright there,while i squeeze the trigger//
cause im a crazy motherfucker,thats no joke//
my favourite smell is the aroma of gun smoke//
im bustin off ur worst nightmare//
ur gonna hate the kid,u think i care//
well i dont give a fuck,cause i rhyme tough//
drop science,still bust the ill stuff//
this battle is mine,u track the movement//
hide from the punchline,tell ur dad ill see him in jail next time//
whats up,you say u wanna be down//
ease back or get beat down//
out my face fool,im the illest//
i get shot,and die harder than bruce willis//
next time dont think ull get it easy//
thinkin you got the win,cause im a newb//
if my bullets miss,they will bomerang round fast//
too come back hard,and kick ur ass//
i called you as a bitch,now im sending u back with a loss//
ur still a bitch,just not people no its not false//