Bigg, I thought u knew that I was born with a rhyming passion/ my tongue is like a whip cuz it'll leave u wit a verbal lashin'/ I'm askin/ do u really want to test this lyrical asassin/ I'll split u into pieces letting my neice use u to perfect her fractions/ I bring pain just like contractions/ to a pregnant woman having a baby/ if u was a barber with the best clippers u still wouldn't be able to fade me/ ya lazy/ meaning all ya lyrics is tired and worn/ u couldn't be labled hardcore if worked in gay porn/ gettin' ya ass torn/ feelin like you were just stuck by 70 huge thorns/ you my first born/ and I've been neglecting u since birth/ the moment u was conceived I turned around and slapped da nurse/ for handing me this so-called infant or better yet a retarded beast/ I couldn't take it no more so I wrapped u up in sheet/ then beat u wit a wooden bat/ It's like I was playin professional basball cuz wit every swing I made contact/ infact I hit u so hard I left dents up in ya cranium/ the only regret I had is that my bat wasn't titanium/