yo if u think u beatin me u livin a fable/
ill murda u.. like that bitch record label/
my verses bring the that heat quickly and swiftly/
ill have ur bitch ass runnin to them po's like u was 50/
i aint the type to box cause i dont see the point in fightin/
ill pop ya ass cause ur flows bit harder than Mike Tyson/
yah ya names pale horse cause ya scared/
ill have u parnoid, slittin ya wrists, and rippin ya hair/
ill bring ya down to ya knees/
slug ya ass and leave u stifer than Christopher Reeve/