I had to bounce cuz gettin drunk's more important than dissin you
Even wit ya face on milk carton's my punches still aint missin you
Damn son...............ta have 8 wins you gotta be packin some skill
You aint smilin' in ya sig cuz i know the teeth are lackin' in ya grill
kuntyboi, i sunk his poise, shut ya mouth closed like'a trunk'a toys
Fuck some noise, it's more like I Pastor ruckus leave you stuck in Troy
U from Georgia, damn, it's a shame you can't be reppin' Atlanta
In your mind you think you spit sick so you took some Mylanta
You couldnt beat me if I layed down and I gave you the bat
Starvin ta be street so C hadda show you pavement ta back
Fade'em ta black