i'm not just dissin' you, all your friends are gay/
and also your lil' C you next tuesday/(cunt)

you couldn't rhyme a sentence if you was convicted of murder/
that wouldn't happen, you're about as gangster as a legal transfer/

a record of zero and zero, oh no i'm scared/
i could kill you now, but you've just been spared/

your shit wouldn't be complex if you spit in code/
i'll shoot you twenty times and then reload/

i know you bitch, you think your clothes are phat/
was there any mens clothes where you bought that hat/

now you're nervous, you spit like an asthma attack/
leavin you like dale earnhardt: dead on this track/

~peace~