Dawg i'll pack ya heart-with-heat, with scars-that-bleeds on the parts-thats-meat/
Like "fortune tellers" on "viagra" , my punches are too "hard-to-read"//

Im startin-beef, like a shark-with-teeth, why turn it up a notch-to-loose /
My tatics-pack-witts, like "clocks" on "checkerboards" how I "watch-ya-moves"//

Keep talkin and you'll cop-ah-bruise, you got-confused when you tried to earn-ranks /
Dead went to the Doc. to have his stomach pumped, came out the CEO of a sperm-bank //

Ya bones-be-ripped, like you chose-to-flip when i load-these-clips to your only-spits/
blow-me-kids, Its like i "whiped my ass" in "church" and had Kidd talkin "holy-shit"//