Nigga please, why try, you know that im kickin dweebs
But i cant say you suck. . . cuz then i`d be dissin feebs
You sickin` me, even your fuckin` cars are worse, kid
So i`ll bash lack . . .without needin` to call for insurance
And im lying, your shows stay bumpin` until there done
Cuz black doesn`t silence crowds
. . .I heard Z`s outta everyone
Faggots done, i waited awhile, parents wouldnt loan time
But I Didnt Care. . .
Cuz i doubted he`d come fresh, Or even write his own lines
So when i show mine, he`ll get mad and hate, so Kid pray
Before i pitch black. . . . . . . . . .in a ditch during mid day