pop off ya lid..and ya mid-section puncturin ya left rib
scout u picked the wrong nigga to be ya competator
u aint even spit yet and i can tell u need a text editor
to fix up lines and weak rhymes
mines is ten times as fine/sip some wine..find time to remind mind-
that u my brother aint ready for lyrics this heavy
while u ponderin..im spittin game to your miss betty
puttin u to sleep faster than niquil
wishing u stayed up to witness ya own death with my-skill
why-kill a nigga who's already been murdered
two bars closer to the finisher beggin me not go any further
so i suggest u take ya ass back where u came from
u lame chump..before i penetrate a bullet through ya brain some
and "brain some" is what i got from ya main dame
i get pussy includin your bitches..dont u wish u could say the same?
i bet so from a nigga who's name is as typical as me gettin layed
incase u aint notice fam..u have now been officially slayed
*screamin* OH LOAWD JESUS! i think im feelin the holy ghost
its beggin me to stop murkin his heavenly friend who was murdered 5 bars ago
