Ay yo,I spit hot flames to melt metal, Infinite Degreez//I'ma keep rappin til' I make a million G's//stacked up as hight as a mountain standin atop of it//don't gamble when battlin me, cus' when you loose your gonna throw at fit//like a five year old white boy who never gets his way//grows to get old, jealous kids call him gay//but he ain't it's just dat he's iller than you which makes you mad//then he turns out to be on of the best emcees which makes you sad//you buy his album but he still hate you for what you did//then one day you see him on tha streets and apologize for what you did as a kid//what tears you up is ha say FUCK OFF I don't need you as a fan//cus' I'm not Eminem and your not Stan//soon his sophmore album drops and you cop dat shit too//but you wish you wouldn't have when you hear the song dissing you//you can't breathe and start to hyperventalate//cus' the song is beinging to penatrate//Next thing ya know your in a hospital bed shackin//the nurse is watchin over you tryin to feed you eggs and bacon//you say no thank I ain't hungary, I just wanna take a shower//ten minutes later your out and next to the bed you find some flowers//and a card sayin': "I'm Sorry"//you look real deep to find the keyes to a Ferrari//You decside to take it for a test ride,when it's raining and hit a tree// Now you dead BITCH you should have never FUCK'd with me//