how weak ass weezy, n his bitch problum c, gonna fuck wit me, exspeaciallly,
when i be hitten, wit kraCKMIITENS, wig splittin, no doubt they quittin,
wanna rep a crew, need to get a clue, ya'll won't do, period xlg is thru,

these cats never seen no drama, hear of beef n run to they mama,
sound thee alarma, we goona put'em in a comma,
east coast dirty south lockdown, bout to make xlg's hawk now,
these clowns wont come round, ten hrs to write, yall call that freestyle,

my meta's, come off betta, lyrically im a threat ya, roll up n put holes in ya sweater,
make em like mesh, yall's a mess, n ya need to confess, at the votes ya get less,
yall aint fresh ya steal, for real, see we know the deal, ya lyric's got no appeal,

1st, caps you aint spitiin, 2nd, all yall lyrics a r written, 3rd, i think they bitten,
4th we shitten on ya, 5th, u's a gonna,
6th if this were for dead presidents, yall would have no sence, (cents)
7th, if ya dont know by now u suck,
8th, 9th, 10th, fuck,

yall aint known to rock the microphone, nor tha crome,
so don't step in the danger zone, cause you wont make it home,
on the furealla, im a natural born killa, it gets no iller, then when my tef fill ya,
hollow tips, in the clips, through ya chest they rips, n i gots an extra 1 on my hip.