I raped ya bitch and I'm surprised you got the balls to trust to trust her//
’Cause now she contaminated wit’ chlamydia and she could "Make It Clap" like Sean Paul and Busta//
I got gats like Walker and Pierce, they always wanna shoot//
And it don’t matter whether it be in the street, over the comp, or in a booth//
This rap cat’s religious, you just superstitious, spittin’ fictitious//
I open up buffets for bitches, and eat all ya'lls bitches delicious//
Why you even step to me, you must be insane//
Who the fuck is RawDeadly anyway, Fisher-Price, my first rap name?//
This cat’s plain, plus he ain’t got the abilities to kill mc’s//
I'll convertable ya forehead and leave you coughing, with a chest breeze//
Come on and test me, it'll be the death of an R.D. (RawDeadly)//
’Cuz I come through in the clutch like i'm either Shaq or Kobe//
You should have done your home work, me and my entire set is nice//
We steady mobbin’ niggas, this bitch is out killing pet mice//
Come on man, youse a joke, just another one of them fools spittin’//
I keep the tools spinnin’, and cops ain’t gotta ask, they just know who did it//
You could rock a spandex jumpsuit with braids, and your ass still wouldn't be tight//
Talking about sprite.. shit is funny, get the muthafuckin’ commercial right//
Needing to quench a thirst, ‘cus your entire flow was dry//
Why'd you even bother, your bitch ass must have been high//
But word is, you a beginner, I ain’t gonna close the coffin//
Abuse through head phones, I'll make it so you can't walk man//
Or leave the house, despite the might, i'll twist ya spouse//
And leave you alone to hunt ya next mouse... so bounce//