yo skills is raw sewage, like ya RAPS IS DROWNED IN SH*T,
ILL PUCH U SOOO HARD, the bone structure in yo face gonna COLLAPSE AROUND MY FIST/
RETRACK YA STEPS or get SMACKED 2 DEATH, SON-SON; i'm LEAVIN U UNDONE,
i'll ATTACK YA BREATH, COLLAPSE YA CHEST, leave u BREATHIN THRU ONE LUNG/
reduced 2 DUST, CORRODED; my sh*t's the bomb--i JUST EXPLODED,
ya screenname should be 'full clip' for facin me, cuz u MUST BE LOADED!/
how the hell is a "young hustla" gonna STOP A GROWN MAN?
i'll POP THE CHROME; 'BLAM!' supply enough heat 2 give u a COPPERTONE TAN/
but i don't have 2 GET OUT THE 9; i SPIT OUT A RHYME,
that hit the top of ya head with enough force 2 make u SH*T OUT YA SPINE!/
i make it hot INSTEAD OF COLDER, verbally put LEAD IN SOLDIERS,
chop off this nigga's neck; change 'suave' 2 'HEAD&SHOULDERS'/*
why TRY 2 COPE? u aint a 'hustla', u some KINDA JOKE who stay HIGH & BROKE,
& need 2 "watch what u say" like u got an EYE ON YA THROAT!/ i'm PLANNIN 2 BOMB any set ya FAMILY'S ON,packin more heat than TANNIN SALONS--where my killas at?!?!
