i could be like you, spit some wack shit, but i couldnt wit help/
but then you'd just eat my shit...n be all full of youself/

With me laughin in the grass strapped with macks, packed to go/
this is the one and only way, I'll ever be clappin at your show!/

I'll kill you, bury your body in Memphis, so your future's Bleak/
Don't speak, you're like Monday through sunday, your shit is week/

The battle soars, with lyrical venom im leavin' you on the floor sore/
cause this bitch is on his last day of his period with no flow/

this is a murder the way i leave u with a few days-to-live/
they call me a judge the way I put death into sen-ten-ces/