bitch quit takeing credit for all ya wins when u owe somebody else respect for those lines/
after u lose, whoever ghostwrote ya verses gets it worse, cause i'm whoopin they ass over 2 times/

shit u couldnt rob a title from a veteran after 18 "shots" with 2 nines/
i'ma send ya wack ass to the wackness center so the rest of the newbies can shine /

you finna get K.O.'ed so fuckin cold the Mod's will be peramedics checkin to see if u died/
punches from every angle got u wondering if i doubled up my bars or knocked ya ass cross eyed /

i'll make ya parapalegic, for runnin up on me u finna be losing ya stride/
i'm whippin ya ass wit a fuckin passion, closed casket, this match is tragic suicide/

i'm the dopest omen in ya vision since Moses made the Red Sea open split 'n divide/
ill give you a minute...i think u should leave for a while and let this lyrical bruising subside/