this fool on drugs for thinking he's above
only time he was on top he was squash a bug....
u thug? then bring it, i speak the same languish
cuz i take care of the beef like it was put on a sandwhich....
you kill me with all the dictionary words,
cuz all ya punches we see... was left with a blurr......
you want something to stirr, lets bring out the pots and pans
glocks give tans, an i'll have you jump like knock-outs with boxing fans....
ya knees get socked when you stand, more of a reason why you should fall back
your not the man, you the bitch getting fucked ontop of ya father racks....
lets talk about paper stacks, only paper you have stacked are from news articals
i'll show you whos art is used, when the 45 kick an turn ya flesh into new particals....
lets end this before it outbrake like resident evil and it drains ya fame
cuz if i used word-play,
this bitch i'll just want to keep this beef on the " LO" like the letter between ya name....
FUCKING FAGGET!!!