aiight, lets play......

you runnin ya mouth like you got somethin good to say/
nigga tell me i'm gonna get beat, sorry, but not today//

you should say things that you know you cant back up/
why don't you just leave now, i'll even help you pack up//

just go back home to mommy and tell her you merked/
cause no ones laughin at ya kiddie jokes, they just didnt work//

i hope you prey to god, cause yu'll soon be seein him in heaven/
cause i'll drop you harder that the planes did on 9-11//

you probably hope i show you mercy, but i wont/
i already got the coriner set ya place right afta i make ya croak//

please tell me this kid doesnt really think hes hard/
cause the only thing he got hard in him is whats in his back-yard//(his booty-hole)

i hope you got ammo, cause i got bombs on brigade/
bustin ya guts everywhere like they was on parade//