This fluidmoon's about to evaporate//
Cos the guy above him he obviously hates//
Quit pointin fingers at all these nigga's verses//
Lay one down yaself dog, then we can converse this//
Laugh all you want, your record may be five to one//
But realise that those chumps you beat were no ones//
The time's come for me to give you the finger an say goodbye//
Ya career's a lie, you got no alibi, you just a lil ol' small fry//