YO....quick an fast an blazed
u needa quit dis rap game u fukin newb slash herb,still in denial//
u raps dont hit,dats da truth still fukin kids thinkin u sik,but word is u a pedifile//
my metaphors metamorph into steel bats an lyricaly raps smashin ya dome in da concrete//
my lines blaze u usin a torch, when i flash da skill u run at da sound when i speak//
my voice got u in fear ,conectin shots to ya dome,ya first lost is near//
an i hear ya dad callin u ,i have da strap on SON,TIME FOr u to take it up the rear//
fukin queer ya mom got u in check wishin u cud spit but u a herb crossed newb//
ill chew ya ass up,your fukin soft dude, spittin flows hopin u got sumone to talk to//
ill lyrically knock u to da pavement,cuz u verse just got plastered//
u havent paid ya payments ,an da term ill has been mastered//
u cud only have a chance of winnin wit my punches an lines//
i got a hunch this kid stumbles on da stage wit used rhymes//
ya games gettin scared, ass i leave u marked for life//
u cudnt tear shit up if i shitted on ya face a u had a knife//