I’m tired of mother fuckers tryna tell me what’s right, this dogs barking but got no bite/
you wanna battle and fight?,you end up in the hospital coronary after I take the mic/
I could snatch your life quicker then a rapist snatches the bra off ya wife/
thinking you pack a bam you like a sparkler, step back cause I’m the c-4 rigged a gas can/
I spit with a maniac's lips, my mind is "glued" in place so my topics tend to "stick"/
I treat this mc like a non obstacle, widenin their optical when you thought they was phenomenal/
you couldn’t pierce the speakers if you were a pin, I must be a director cause I got you seein’ “Fin”/
like a hunter I’m hanging your head on the wall, with my intent known to all plaque reads “This hater was like Cinderella... nothing after a ball”/
my rhymes are like a dagger with rusted blades, your “dirty” like “Harry”... but you ain’t “makin my day”/
I leave you with an arched back, cause I’m fucking you over with this track/
You couldn’t even make me yield if you were a red light, I got you sufficating cause I spit air tight/
you couldn’t be “phat” if you were cellulite, I’m off the wall like graffiti reduction/
I won this battle by so much you need to get your loss some lypo-suction/