keep thinkin ur amazing wen ur gettin 6 outta 10
sleep on me coz u cant dream of bein me n a pen
writin like crazy dont matter if its whack or triflin
tha clock has run out on u both get ready for doom
tick tock tick tock....................................BOOM!
as soon as i bust through tha gates of hell u bail
tune ur brains in im shuttin u down dont frown
like clowns at a circus laughin sayin u merkd us
lil tyke dont think u better u jus got a head start
mark ready set go now im on a roll to say wuteva n let go
try and sustain tha shit that comes from my brain
fry ur lame ass for even speakin my name
my lyrics break ur back everytime u come back u get sacked
slap tha black off u till u get tha facts..u lack
tha skillz to compete so i slap u not once but twice
i hit chu harder than crack im on fire like tha piece that i pack
lay ya ass out tap u out like kurt angle on a wrestling mat
i told u im physcopathic an addict to this rhymin n killin
im sick i'll keep ya ass in an attic fo not sayn my shits ill-mattic
in fact its like static tha hairs on ya body jus raise up
sumn like that u lack it coz my mind is a crime
u sit at home thinkin of words that rhmye
jot it on ur pad of paper naw nigga jus stop
thinkin u better than me i think not
on my block talkin shit you'll hear one sound..POP
but since we here i still have u trapped in my maze
dazed and confused coz i come hotter than bob marley blazed
dissin on me son must be a faze..r u lookin for your manhood
u should crawl back in tha hole where u came from son
coz i came back to stat tha facts but for now im done