yo, you cant rap and i think youll cry when i smash ya teeth in,
u about to find out what happens to people that start beefin,
u couldnt stand up to a midget and could be easily killed witta pillow,
i can battle ya n rattle ya lyrically n leave ya weeping like willows,
leave a man fucked up but u just lucky i dont kill-though,
u dont wanna battle but behind my back u say i should start-steppin,
i can hurt u wit my fist or my intellect cause my lyrics are like a smart-weapon,
any fuckin fool who think they can be more clever-then-me,
become a victom of punches more precise then severin-flea's,
im never-in-need of help or hints n tips from any decent-post,
im not a killer.. but i can leave people fuckin diseaced-n-gross,
get blown away cause i bring wit me the strong-vibes,
flippin scripts wit or hittin you is more boring then long-drives,