I eat emcees, so why he up in my grill?
break his legs, so I get meals on wheels/
I'm ill, making kills, watchin 16's blood spill/
I still spit thrills with no frills, leave him unable to birth a spit like contraceptive pills/
he's empty of material, like pitsea shop tills*/

I'll slaughter this dame, prove ya true to ya name/
steppin to me when not made for this game, nothin but a lame/
who'll never find fame, every spits the same/
walk up to you and slap ya cuz my name's rick james/

(no pauses at end of lines now)
Biiitch! Pimpslap you till you a pimple/
stitch ya asscheeks together so you shit/
out ya mouth, its no change, ya rhymes are simple/
ya spit bb caps, while i fire lyrical glock clips/
so close ya lips, ill take the mic and rock this/
watch you absorb my spit like a sponge, then admit you the softest/**


*i live in pitsea, rough area. Im insinuating that someone robbed the store.
** wordplay here, sponges absorb liquids i.e. spit, and in the previous line i said 'rock' this. Sponge is softer than rock, so thats where i get that he's the softest.