yo ya name is stillborn wida 9 stop lyin/
cus ill redirect ya bullets to leave ya momz cryin/
have you layed out on the grass, the sound of the siren/
if i can rap? i can but you cant, so plees leave this/
couldnt rhyme if you tried, but your gonna try and diss/
and dogg ya guns aint gona bust, you cant even pop "cris"/