Hey yo, me and my clique got you trippin like a hippie sippin on liquor, flippin out like a faggot spasn and kickin like he wanna lickin when I spray you wit hot lead

Beat the shit outta you throw you in the street reverse the car over your head speed off leave you fo dead

Fuck you bitch your illiterate in my rhymes
have you sign and autrhorize to take a bullet from my 9 one time

Cause thats all I need too get you to plead down on your hands and knees
You say TAG please spare me I'm begging, I can't comprehend the words your saying

Your like a strugglin offense agains Tampa Bay's defense
Try ta come at me and nigga I'll Lynch your ass. (John Lynch Bucs LB)