A yo Lunkhead what you running for,
still a hungry virgin looking for the fast score,
never heard of you before, bitch dont cry no more,
cause Ill be at you door, ready to knock you to the floor,
leave you sore, cuz you started this war\
never seen a man cry, much to my surprise,
till my words spread like the ebola vi (virus)
smoke crack and die, smoke weed get high, how you going to survive, when your shit aint revised
its just guessed and dotted i's
which dont make sense in my eyes
its made to look systemized,
but to me motherfucker your now victimized/
right now your thoughts are empty,
didnt know what you were coming up against until you met me
got an arsenal of words that need to be emptied,
leaving you edgy, dont know what words might tept me,
you spit words worse than M.C.
hammer your head to a fence peice,
no telling where the rest will be,
shit boy dont feel bad about your envy,
show emcees the next dead enemy\