i spit vishish, i'll scare you under yer bed sheets/
you think your a baller, but just a wanksta from the streets/
you think yer beats are like sweat little treats/
for all them kids they bid on weather you suck fat ones or not, you got how many defeats?/.
prob lots beetween you and yer bitch she call the po cuz shes a snitch/
fake a shot to yer face make you studer and twitch/.
you fucken bitch ill cut your fuckin throat/
you blow the fat ones im 14 gettin the vote/.
cuz you cant even spit a better mutha fucken note/
shut the fuck up stop rappin your voice sounds like a billygoat/.
spitin harder every day, yer bitches run scared, ill put her on the ground/
drop her in three, she weigh to much to be exact 300 pounds/.
she cant even fit in this, bet you cant rap to my bliss, yer gurls sayin as if/
they cruisen on there bikes, im the freestylen king stunt them out and then they biff/.