look, dont take everything i say personal, this is a battle im supposed to diss you//
this nigga spits more doodoo than a retarded kid pukin used toilet tissue//
motherfucker its official, to kill you, i could give you one pistol, wit one fuckin bullet//
point the barrel in ya mouth, and put a sign on the trigger that says DUMBASS PULL IT!//
cause dumbasses do dumb shit, its like writing ya name, everybody knows it//
we should rename you 1-rhyme-wonder, cause everybody gets a chance and blows it//
you beatin me? its hopeless, that would be as likely as a nun gettin stoned//
but me beatin you got a better chance than catchin ya momma with her pants off.... gettin boned//
nigga face it, rappin aint ya callin, you at ya end nigga, this gonna be ya downfall//
you and rhymin bout a good mixture as micheal jackson and ten year old's balls//
speakin of balls, i dont throw em nigga, i got precision, my aim neva miss//
alcohol done got my face red, im horny as fuck, i guess you could say im devilish//
one punchline done finished it, put you in the air like 10 potheads gettin high off canibis//
you next on kuntry's hitlist, i know this aint no photagraphers studio mista//
but im bout to snap ya neck like kodak, i hope you get the picture//