aight peep.....

i shit on u like i do in a muthafukin toilet, in da end u gon' lose i hate to fucken spoil it//1

shit on you and spit "fumes" equipped wit a spoiler a.k.a. da mic spoil u wit lyrics tortue//2

he's addicted to weed plus he's a heavy herb, it like i wuzz spitten high he's even feelin my verse//3

he'z an ameture chron balzer shit dont even try, i smoke bluntz :7,8 and 9"(gramz) u still a "Junior High"//4

definition of a herb:a no skilled punk, runnin off at da mouth till i stop it wit my punch//5

i point "up" then upppercut juss to get hiz jaw "shut", da only thingz u fucken over are fagz wit open buttz//6

beat u by spitten freestylin,rhymin timely tunes, im 100 percent u only "power 92"(power 92.5 radio station)//7

now therez no beef but for my victims ur the next, rep "da banditz" but kill u wit "wild wild text"//8

itz line 9 im runnin out of idea'z, but u tha next victim to be served and painted in my mosolium//9

so to finish this off lemme say u in "trouble" datz da only thing, fuck u muhfuka try and spit at my game//10

it duzznt matter im da kracker datz phatter, cock back then blast ya, ask for casts made of plaster//11