I'm truely steal, when ya see young hide "em" maybe ya can lose yaself//
Do ya need help, or do ya know battlin me will reduce ya health//
Im felt, through in a pistole/pistol and precede to mark it/market//
To god I leave ya carcas, but watch da angels hark it//
So sit back, relax, and watch my tripple attack//
And we can talk about ya skill...or rather da skill ya lack//
Cuz infact, da fiction level is rising, reality is no longer intact//
Ya wack...my punchs'll have ya doin it missionairy style...in da dirt on ya back//
Ya rolled up in ya own pity, so now its time ta let da story uncurl//
No cheer...bottoms up, cuz da only time i'm on da downside is wit ya girl//
Ya lifes a whirl...speed got ya brain pacin in circles//
And ya thought ya ass would elevate cuz ya raised ya pants like urcles//
Truth is...da onlt time ya burn da track is when ya play wit hotwheels//
Can ya see how da spot feels? or do ya need to/two realize/real eyes, ta recognize how da rock feels//
I dun put in my two cents, now read it in wheat//
Cuz like aids...ya can hold me off but im impossible to defeat//
Ya came inta battle wit a full army...so get ready to retreat...see//
I know ya got ya hands on my dick but it'll take a lot more den dat to beat me//