Go Joker,Go Joker,Go Joker,Go Joker, man Shut Tha fuck up
dis some gangsta shyt ya hurr, he we go again

No longer hit n run but kid I read the track/
when you tittled it wak/ I guess you wanted to relate and make the lyrics fact.
I cant diss you for that/ but com one/pussy take out the tampon/
You wouldn’t of even blessed one line if you hadn’t read Psalms.
That aint dope I guess your ghost writters your pusher/
I put an end to the beef like mad cow and cattle butchers.
And after I read the song/ I only see one thing wrong/
Your explanation of hit n run must come from your moms…
After I sonned her and got her pregneant she try to yell rape/
I try to forget you cause you’re the only proof I produce mistakes.
And your right I must be a tranny……
cause I love bitches but stay molesting your fanny-
put my dick to your ear rape it so when I say I bust you understand me/
knock your teeth out quicker then hard candy/ does to the denchers on your granny.
Type your words in pink cause psalms word read in feminen tone/
Sounding like golden shower orgies how you piss and moan.
And its sad this here is a quick poem…done without sarrow/
It takes 2 of you to equal half of me… I spit so u suck and he swallows.
you cant faze me on lyrical it would take god asking for a miracle/
my freestyles is leprosy cause u falling apart faster then your group KRITICAL.
See I squashed beaf with MEF/so the ammo was haled back now im targeting
You to receive the bomb/like quarterbacks strapped with pig skin napalm.
Damn you even started your verse/ they same as the what you posted first/
I guess now you PLEDGE to get woarse.
You couldn’t be me if you practiced for years/
So when u diss me it only appeals to DEF ears.