you claim ur a queen, sorry my lady stick to the cuisine/
0-7 thats a losing routine, serene this scene is a teen under the big screen/
u lack what it takes to spit clean, shit ur lower in R/B's record than a sunken submarine/
but im not trying to be mean, i just think ur style is obscene, and should remain unseen/
u kind of remind me of a chick i saw on television, she was crossing the tracks and fasain collision/
a judicial decision made me go easy on u so i wouldnt open up ur incision/
a territotial devision EASTSide man u fall shorter than a midgets circumcision/
any way i hold love for you baby, it aint daily that i lyricly murder a lady/
syllables with rhymes that collide with ur head and will empragnant you mabey.....
aight im out