Yo filler message is...ya will-n-testiment
your ill? ... I question it /
and pass pills with the mic but you lack skill at blessin it/
victory?... effortless/
saw ya name in threads...didn't read the rest of it/
I must confess that its...best to play dead cuz you born to die/
as if my verse' premeditated homocide/
you got skillz?...You tellin chronic lies/
you recieved a trip ...to yo final destination/
each spinal disk in separate restin places/
see ya name in threads-n-heads get low expectations/
like dicks in wide chicks feelin no stimulation/
couldn't be saved wit...divine intervention/
whateva's left...I'm bombin ' ya remnants/
Ragchez is Bombed and now finished/
You can't "hang" wit me even as my pendant/
ya only see "stars" cuz ya envisionin ya death/
behind those weak "bars" ya just imprisonin ya'self/
I'm killin ya rep/
ya gettin "wrecked" when the votes are "totalled"/
I'll choke ya vocals/
ha... im battlin this urban-fraud/
you wouldn't pose a threat to me if u modeled with a turban-on/
im burning-all like sun-ray-exposures/
this faggot luvs-gayz-with-boners.. fantasizing with butt plugz.. maybe one-day-he'll-own-one/
yo i heard you TYPE-COOL.. but in text its the hot words that count/
beatin me? u got better luck playin russian roulette with six rounds/