Yo I been at school all day my bad
Iight man of you still want it lets go
Im'a have to finish this cat of wit my double barrel shotty
when they find Te only Ora they gonna get is of dead body
Plus the heat I'm pitchin and spittin,prove I command ya fate
after this battle you'll be 0-3 v.s. me, bad day at the plate
Cuz u a fake baller who probably got his fam supportin his ass
last time someone said good looks to Te, he was wearin a mask
Sonny will crack this kids neck juss over some of this lyrical texture
You'll see Te squirm in my grasp,to show he aint cool under pressure
And ya pimp game is weak dogg ,and in a period of some slumber
likes goin 20 lines,becuz thats how many he needs to get a number
And I seen your wardrobe playa,on the real you must be buggin right?
your nuts musta juss came back from war,way ya pants r huggin tight
Ya but Te is blinged out , and he don't chill wit a fake set
I have seen him rockin some Juelz, inside of his tapedeck
Your the reason hip hop is dead, your a rap curse
call me DaTrutHurtz, way I'm ending this rapverse
And I read your crap first like this kid is the worse
if you were ever suited for my approval,
It would be inside a coffin in the back of a hearse
I can sit on the block flippin off this kid as he ride for days
Te wouldnt be riding wit heat even if he was Nicholas Cage