Jecht you get stomped~quick when this lady devil bomb~shit
Matta fact you `SUCK`; if freestylin is yo `moms~tit`
i throw punches n personals thats hurtin~you hard
you couldnt write `fat rhymes` if you carved em into `3 pound bars of lard`
leave you scarred wit SARS, punches stick to you like tar
anotha bitch boy merked n `driven off` tha site like a car