you think you running like you stealing my purse
i keep my rhymes in there so you can cheat your verse
but i'll punch you in da face and it hurts
when you hold your nose
then when i take a stab at your stomach, wait for the herse
because you know you worse
i hate the way you curse
will you be a fucking pussy in the demo you make
or will you write down each verse you take
just wait until your wake
i'll go into your pockets and a smile i'll fake
i'll show the public the cheating you did
when i show them that crumpled up piece a paper
the words you shitted make you looked even faker