yo youngstreetz, ya betta carry some heat, cause im spitten flames like a flame thrower, ya couldnt smother heat wit a snow blower,

cause im gonna melt ya lyrics like plastic, and remold ya into somethin ugly and drastic, leave ya dead in a casket

wit a prostetic face, ya pothetic so im taken ova and use gonna get replaced,


cause my punchs are gonna knock you outta of position, have you wishen, and prayin like a christian, so ya better get master yoshi and help ya get some competition,

cause im waxin you off not on but off, im gettin rid of you like te comin cold just one sip of my night quill i will get rid of that cough, (im the night quill he's the cough)