ayo'dis nigha think he a star//
I'm pullin his card, ya style is so pussy its makin my dick hard//
dis nigha get charred, I'm leavin em' skarred//
even if I sold you your verse offa credit you still wouldnt charge//
attackin ya frame, a dragon wit flame//
even if you point ya lines out dey still hit lame//
I laugh atcha sorry attemp, to spit atta pimp//
bitch you outta pocket like washer machine lint//
what you about? runnin your mouth?//
your punches wouldnt hit hard if you point em' out//