yo u think i aint good, boi u jus a prep pretendin u frum tha hood//
well fell my attack tatics that conect like it was black magic//
leave u bein wrapped up in black plastic, its tragic, that u cudnt handle it//
i get mad sick when i hear kids think they tha badest shit//
u wrapped round my fingers like an elastic, leave u dead in a casket//
i'ma bounce u around like a ball and shoot u to tha basket//
i'm tha kript keeper thats puttin u in tha sleepers, cuz i'ma creeper//
i'll make u crumble like clay, feel my rage, when i end ur days//
i'll crush ur domain, end ur game, tie u up like rudoff to his sliegh//
i won this battle and its clear like crystal, shot u off like a fuckin loaded pistol//