this is my FP, its not to be taken lightly
these words come free but i'm foresaken nightly
by people who think they'll fight me,

they can't out might me in the rap arena,
I'll spit a few lines, take them too the cleana,

theres no need for harsh words or absurdities,
cause you could never afford my murdah fees,
get on your knees. and freeze please,

let me smoke trees without being bothered.
you are just mad cause you have fathered

three kids with no bids on marraige,
haven't seen a baby, haven't seen a carraige

can't leave a simple man alone, all you do is bone,

u never think of the consequences,
just want to start shit and while it tenses,
you try to take it out on me, but I don't fight for free

I'll take you on in all the rap areans, u're destined for the cleanas, all you make is peanuts,

I know its cliche to say hey you haven't got the skillz,
but its obvious you can't pay the bills, you need drug thrills

so go have a hit for free, and let me be,
you can't afford my entrance fee, read the report
its more than all of your 3 kids' child support.

Allow me to retort back to where I began, I'm a fan
of few, a man of true, and my whole damned crew,
come before you.