Yo step up ta tha stage, and feel tha repulsivness of my 12 gage//
flip tha page, and get caged, man u b tested like an animal//
i am unhandable, neva b caught, step up, pump up and get shot//
this battle will b so dramatical, and so practable,that ur body wont b standable//
during this time duration, u'd already gave 10 gallons of blood to tha blood donation//
i know u wont b able ta bust ya flow, cuz i jus put ya on tha lyrical probation//
after that i'll put u in tha low life wanna b lyrical plantation//
put u on a rehap isolation vaction, fuck all this dictation//
i must b missplacin yo mind, cuz i dont think u can find ur mind//
lost tha words that fell off ur tongue, here have a sponge, and pick up tha grunge//
i'll finish u with tha lst few blows, plant u in a few quir tree rows of dirty hoes, and let u grow//
to b like joe shmoe, like u was on tha tv show, so wuts u got...