Spittin 'rounds' as if I my words were open caps,
And cats hopin that my potent rap wont leave em witta broken back,
Quit this, cause youd be better off smokin crack,
Ive already spoken and bitches awoke noticin my skill be provokin rap,
Hittin off wack emcees one by one wit sick lyrics,
Potential possession of obsession, but tension stops when kids hear it,
Then they go ballistic and become another statistic,
And it's all because their mothers sadistic, and their brother is twisted,
But even fucked up kids cant find the words ta say,
They realize that their slurs a gay, like a disease wit these herbs today,
But everybodys a fucking herb compared too me,
Copying you would be a retarded parody, skilled is somthin I dare ta be,

If anybody knows anything, then youll know I got potential muthfucka's.
Mock me now, Cause I'll be teachin your ass someday. One soul, you piss ant say shit now. Bitch say shit but dont even know how to reply to an open mic. This be some funny shit, they laughin at me while gettin laughed at by me, I got the upper hand bitches. Never make an enemy wit a Souldja.