you got no lyrical tekneakz, so put down tha mic/
lets take it out to tha streets, so i can fuck you up right/
beat dat ass like raw meat, and leave you bleedin tonight/
you rhymin to a beat, sounds like vito corleone not breathin right/
me and your girl under tha sheet, oh yea, this aint a lyrical fight/
fuck her in tha ass til i skeet, then blow your mind so you can see tha light/
and then maybe you can re-a-lize, that between me and you its just me/
makin it to tha top, bullets in-ya-eyes, and i set cha sould free/