Warm-up
listen JIGGY/ to put it simply/ your names silly/ no one feels ya' flow/ your lines are on empty//
I shouldn't even have to spit/ you dumb bitch/ even if you had AIDS/ you couldn't be sick//
~RIP~
with thirty turtle knecks on in the summer, you couldn't be hot/ Ima end it quick, Ima take the batteries out of ya' clock//
and, thats when the rap stops/
now you're faced with reality/ a lame MC/
~the funeral~
7 shots from dome/ right into ya' little home
8 every fuckin' word that you spit a me nerd
6 niggas feel me but only 5 can vote/
add it all together thats 21/ BLACKJACK muthafucka'/ I'm just havin' fun//

get him outa here......