Like Fat Bastard sitting on my rolex, ur killin-my-time+
Tossin Advil in shotgun pump only way ya can drill-inta-ya-mind+
Ruttah suplexed on neck wit force divine, til ya tastin-ur-spine+
Like guns shotting blanks, Ur just wasting-a-nine (nine losses)+
Similar ta Tyson past prime, ya cant approach-a-win (nine losses)+
Alcohol prohibited, ya blank out evertime ya mix coke-and-gin+
Ruttah is suicidal, Killa his own brain cells thinkn of new material+
Battle me?? U Coming up short like the leprechaun on L. charms cereal+
Ripping up strands of paper is the only way ya can kill at text+
U can have Bill Gates money, but to me ya still-in-debt+