i see i see u a bitch-made mc
i know u cant spit so just step 2 me
gimme ur mind ill set ur braincells free
but first i wanna ask u 2 come c me
2 gimme sum brain and then caress me
i know u wanna, dont be scared
and if u wanna live longer go back 2 bed bitch
ur rhymes are bitten from abercrombie & fitch
all the dickhead models, i know they gonna switch
and break your ass down
just like a nervous clown
out doin a show in the middle of the town
ill turn your smile into a lovely little frown
when i take ya, break ya and shake ya
and turn you into an opposite-faker
to a real mc who doesnt just brain me
and gives me head instead
kill yourself bitch u aint worth the lead