Im’a slice yo throat, stick a straw in ya neck, give ya a taste o war
Ya records 0-1 and, fuck dawg, im about to 'even the score' (0-2)
Stickin your head in a freezer, tryna numb the pain from my game
If I killed you right now they wouldn't even remember your name
Fuck Milk? Thats tells it all.... Explains the weakness in ya bones
Forcing punches that are more out of date than pay phones
Ya usin' too many extended bars... more streched than yo ass
My words are rapin ya like your an alter boy at a Catholic mass
Like someone with $0 in final jeopardy a win is outta the question
Makin a monopoly like gates forcin ya to retire from the profession