Over Cass's AM to PM instrumental
walkin on hot coals dissin me
I put heat to ya feet
make you learn defeat
call ya girl's mouth the ziplock the way she keep my meat
i'm a developed mc lyrically makin ya jaw crack like porcelain
you stopped growin at the third-trimester like an abortion
i'm on the prowl smashin VERSItal
funny to me cause he ain't verseitale he can't even do his own style
you managed to be the laughin style in one week
i'll punch you in the middle so hard ya face fold into a buttcheek
your bars don't even meet the limit you ain't pass math
i'll shoot bullets into you the size of beer bottles call them 'longnecks' like giraffes
I owned you so loud dude's hearin me run you
now you come back to XXL after streets lyrically sonned you
we could run with the same gang but you never be with the same team as me
cause you a worst waste of a full 16 than a Britney Spears cd*
*most cd's cost $16 nowadays,Britney is wack,he's also fuckin wack so he ain't worth a good 16 go figure*