dawg er older than me... u should be a marksmen at-this//
hittin me at the soul... but u just shootin misses//
lyrical bullets? man i must be werein a lyricist vest//
all your punchs just bouce off and hit u back in the chest//
my lyrical context worse then the dark night//
never know whats commin, and no sign of light//
Shayd dawg thinkin your an explosive hand gernade//
bitch il pull er pin, throw u away and watch the explotion fade//

Iight er turn dawg... spit er shit