You like tha lion witout a heart, too afraid ta risk pink slips//
Ur mics are dyin b4 dey even start, ya lines are 'played' like that Oz flic, u'd think u was a trick//
On Disc or on tape raped with displinary words to make u behave//
Follow tha rules like you followin fools, ya shoul be good at that, look at tha hood you at............(*silence, crickets*)//
So swallow oduel's, act under tha influence wen ya not, impose a emcee wen you not//
Hollow ya tools wen i snap ur verse and stick mine thru it on spot, close this thread in one shot//
Your punhes are weak and misdirected, you like a blind kid tryna read'a braile book wen u dyslexic//
U frail and shook, corected and di-sected inta fragments of wak, and sold on tablets fa crack......//
Wen tha stab hits ya back, ya spine seprates and ya structure falls from intact//
herb grown from tha cabbage patch, ur lyin ass debates wether i fucked'ya gurl but is'a fact//
Now dis a rap, fuck 10 lines i aint inta that, hand u ya first loss cuz i hadda git inta that//
i Demanded a battle so u'd be werse off tossed, but u pussyed out to scared git inta that//(battle for pink slips)