Look my nigga me n you both know you ain't nothin/
Like a bitch tryna run his mouth you straight bluffin/
Da only way that you could even make it to my level/
Is if you traded skills for your soul to the devil/
Nigga you a fake g, i'll bring to you straight/
I'll murk you more times, than you'd care to contemplate/
I don't see how you'd beat me, it don't figure,cos/
I'll beat you til yo lips swollen like Jigga cuz/
I'll take your self confidence and ego n bruise dem/
Make you wanna gouge out yo eyeball like Houston/
Metaphysically, i'll leave you borderin on dead/
Straight paranoid, hearin voices in your head/
When i hear your name i'm smellin pussy like 50/
Steppin up? You must be on more pills than Whitney/
Nigga you ain't even got enough skill to hit me/
Fuck around you'll see how Dark da Souljah kid be...