42 keez and he's on the brink of illiteracy..
Step to my crew you'll be left in the obituaries..
No need for us, to remember your name..
You jus another wanna be playa, lookin for fame..
Sayin the same ol lines an spittin dried up punches..
This wanna be gangsta's rappin for free lunches..
My hunch is, he gona back down quickly..
You ain't got no crew or heat so, don't fuck wiv Deadly..