Better have ya chest on lock with a vest cause Da R.I.P has got his weapons cocked
I already got ya talking ya way out of this..like we battled in a confession-box
Versatility shouldnt have Started me..thinkin he could beat me..u must be crazy-holmes
cause i'll put ya skeleton to sleep and break each one of ya lazy-bones
i bomb ya easily..wit the use of one single-missle
comin to me requires gatorade guts..and i dont think its in you(is it in you?)
low-inject and close-ya-neck until u choke-to-death
versitlie's punches are like broken bridges they just dont-connect
better recognize..ya verse was garbage..nad Da R.I.P. writes-perfection
Ya rep?..ask ya boyfriend..sinking faster than Biggie's coffin
now your gonna get your shit spreaded...blood leakin-on-the-floor
like anorexic samalian kids on a surfing team..ur the weakest-on-the-board
ya verse aint rockin nothin but flaws
rushin at me? but like false arrests i'm droppin-charges
u diagnose a weave wit bi-polar..just to say you split-wigs
dispensing hot shit? nah..you just burn butts like lit-cigs
ya swings?? they dont-hit-me. cause boy ya flow shitty
cuz you against me..is like badboy records..no-biggie
beatin u is my destiny...and you cant prevent domination
like minute maid orange juice..beating me requires 100 percent-concentration

WTF??? Bitten... obvious.....your D/Q'ed.. though its Newports call
-Paramik