Alpha X, imma leave you in check
imma put you in the dirt with my footprint on yer chest
you aint the best, never have, never will
yer rhymes so dull, i'd pick a butter knife to kill
don't get cheap thrill each time you get raped by my rhyme spree
dont steal my lines while i'm away on a crime spree
you need to get some talent before you try to throw down
i seen my boys roll down more then you in weed-a pound
lets take another round, bitch take another listen
after this battle, yer cheeks gonna glisten
crying so much after i blow yer rhymes away
you remind me of the rain, just come back another day
yer best bet is to pray to yer whole family
to late tho, my rhymes ate them up, aint tho so cannibly?
how can it be that i can kick yer ass and still live in the burbs?
bitch i've had a tougher time puttin down herbs
in fact, imma smoke you, just like i did i bud
yer rhymes are neglected, need to show them more love
they either that or retarded, kinda like yer face
thas it, yer done, now go home you fuckin disgrace