I see your records fourteen and seven, well dawg your about to get ate
Like the guy who pukes at a party, your just a poser who cant handle his weight
Your a waste of my time, someone shoulda told me, I was fuckin with a clown
Kiddo, ima steal your life preserver so when I spit my flows leave ya to drown
If I payed you a dollar per good lyric youd still be left broke off your rhymes
You could rap your whole damn life and still couldnt any afford nicks or dimes
I show no regard, And Im'a break you in half so I can beat you twice as hard
Leavin ya physically scarred, youll be layin in a hospital readin a get well card
Youve been gettin dickridden worse than Ron Jeremy, winnin but dont deserve to be
It ends now, because even if someone gave ya a glock, you still couldn't murder me