Cripwalkin, by the time I finish you you'll be Crip'not'walkin or Talkin.
I'll leave you in a chair, livin like Stephen Hawking.
How come your makin my ass spit out first?
Is it because my shits the best? Or cos your's is the worst?
I'm spittin down so hard, that my throat is gettin sore
But if you want I can keep on dissin, cos every battle I make more.
Unlike your shit, probably straight stolen and recycled.
Taken from a shitty 'B' Single from your favorite artist, yeah thats right"George Michael"
And think of the Aftermath before you think of what your gonna say.
Crip you've entered and you've lost, now take your dime and walk away.