you spit first to set da tone/
but i got rhymes you cant candone/
call me fitty it dont fuckin matter/
cuz i'm leavin dis battle wit ur heart ona platter/
fifty yeah i couldnt be shot nine times/
but i'ma kill ya wit less than nine lines/
holdya ransom you best meet my demand/
u da hypnotist but i got u unda my command/
i'm suckin dick? u da one on his knees wit Yo head back/
u tossin salads on da corner for fake crack/
fill my head wit holes, u clame in yo raps/
the only gun u got is plastic wit paper caps/