Look,
I'm back for the first time, hurting you with nursery rhymes..
If ya versing me fine.. Sometimes I curse in my rhymes..
First up, fuck the police, and thats my word..
Cause everybody wants to see ya fucking face hit the curb..
Next up, I got a fuck you for chingy.. Really kid..
Flash notes, but who'll remember you in about, 5 years..
My tears, go out for good rappers not making it..
In a world where most folk, get on prime time faking it..
If they can hit, number one, once in their careers..
Then maybe they aint wasted, life rapping; it apears..
That my fears is true, which brings me to fuck you..
You suck dude, But who? Is this I'm talking about..
Hes walking around, the green mile, corperate clout..
Think egus, I'll stick to this.. You fucked it up..
Dumb slut, 10 million? And a man you musta trust..
Fuck it though, thats the old shit, now its this..
You just caught a 'fuck you', so who knows you bitch?
Shiit..

Who knows? Mother fuckers, Who knows?
Few flows, shit on mine, few flows..
Who froze, and looks shook & split..
Crooked bitch, FUCK YOU, your full of shit..
Nobody love you..

Now I had love, so show up, I been standing tough..
Fuck it now... I really cant demand enough..
Of anything, its irrelevant, like a settlement..
I'm better than, any two bit, stupid veteran..
Your begging them, to check ya spits, & I'm jus laughing..
Fuck it, I'm surpassing, the next level of bein a 'bastard'..
So ask if, you knew tha K.O to the cain, show em..
Say hes like your faveroute ice cream, with choc coating..
Always hoping to get you open, I'm proposing..
That if your flowing correctly, then check me..
But damn bro, dont ever fucking dissrespect me..
Cause then I might have to whip the trolly polls out..
Crack a VB tally, fold ya skull out n about..
Cause I'm doubting ya clout..
Doubting ya clout..
Doubting ya clout..

Mutha fuckas..