this is ill shit,not your fake ass punk shit
so i grab you by your face,pull back an start punchin
all you can hear is your nose bone cunchin
so go home grab your bags and you better start runnin
all im hear to do is spit some real shit dude
everything you say is so fuckin untrue
so it pisses me off an start swingin moods
till i sign the fuckup jus to battle you
fuckin geek sittin behind your computer,thick glasses
so i blow you up laugh roll you and smoke the ashes