you aint built for war, I's designed for the beef
big words for a small man that still cries in his sleep, (ha)
stick yah chest out like Janet's.....(wait)
you'll get stomped in the street so hard they'll take you for "granite" (granted)
sonned by no man, watch how this "bastid" raps
you's a "bird in distress", you'll get the "hawk pokin outside a yah trap"