its a shame i gotta tear up threatz and not robb/
cuz hes only a gangsta in his 8th grade mobb/
full of pussies hes the leader,talkin bout his millimeter/
put down the super soaker dawg and get a heater/
fore u start talkin shit or youll be deceased/
quicker than Susan Hawk off Survivor -Peaced-/
when that fat gay guy touched her/
heres ketchup and mustard/
so u can get sum flavour and stop lookin so flustered/
now i gotta rip up threatz even tho i dont wanna/
i battle like its natural,flora and fauna/
so i must,this spear thrusts,thru threatz left ear/
comes out the right side,with his brain stuck clear/
on the tip of the weapon,not once was threatz steppin/
but i gotta rip em up to teach these other boys a lesson/