One round is all I need to put This Weak Ass Bitch to sleep…
I'll throw this rhyme in your casket, this shit is for you to keep…
I'll make these words hit you like grenade particles when I blow…
You're so stuck on Wack rhymes, when you write yours they don't show…
you write yours they don't show You go off like car alarms, all noise,
but don't cause no harm
Quoting Wackies so much, you're growing ja rule mic on your arm….
Now go get your lucky charm, cuz you's about to get hexed….
You'll read this text all perplexed, cuz I kill when I get vexed…
I don't wanna spit much more, cuz you ain't even worth my time…
If I write too many nice lines, you might Try to Bite off mine….
Yo, your rhymes are as generic as astronaut's dinner plates..
Hope street, home of the whack, where X is getting raped…

Destroyed, stepped over, shot, killed, revived and killed again
start to love the pain

I'll make-this-dike-take-a-hike, like-a-third-and-final-strike….
Rapping you over and over cos I just grabbed my mic.