its like dis look:

crazy and dearranged a hip hop hip cynical//
emcee so true ready to get rid of you//
so step up on a track for i see you on the streets//
in six months from now you gonna get the beats//
we'll see how tough you act when your face ta face with death//
I'll leave you alive long enough to hear you scream from your last breath//
i drop sixteens like they was apples to Isaac Newton//
cept the apples i drop are nine millimeters and shootin//
we'll see what the truth is when you lie dead on the curb//
you a manic now scared of everyday verbs//
all i have to do is kill you on a song and thats enough//
but in face to face you act different you aint actin tough//
i know this guy from real life he aint a killer just a poser//
he aint a rapper all his lines are just stolen//
dont be afraid to diss this white trash talkin liar//
if you want skill you'd get iller rhymes from Richard Pryor//