I'm a tell you this for your own benefit

Your shit was dope as hell, specially when you wrote ninety percent of it

What you need to do is practice on your freestyles

'fore you come up missin' like snoop dogg's police files

This type of *? * be sure that I'm spittin'

Be hittin', you gonna pray to god this shit was written

But it wasn't I'll kill a dozen rappers when I buzzin'

Guzzlin', beat your ass like a jealous husband

Now *ya boy? * you about to suffer and see north

When you go in a coma longer than vladamir konstastinov

Cut the damn machine off

Get a clean cloth, and wipe this bloody video screen off



I'm movin' in for the kill, plus I got the trap set

I can tell your wack as fuck, and I ain't even hear you rap yet

Look at you thinkin I'm about to whip his ass

'cause I'm a do some written shit, plus I get to go last

Well guess what? even if I go first, it's no worse

My shit's still gon' demolish yo verse

I'm bout to slice you like a ginsu

And anything you say can an will be used against you

In a court of law, I'm short and raw

Take you fuckin' shit and cut it off

Yo, you wanna be a dope MC?

Look, don't get mad and start taking your period out on me



You wanna represent on the microphone but you rap sleazily

I ain't about to battle this fake ass eazy-e

There ain't no way I'm a do this bullshit

I don't give a fuck, I'm loaded up with a full clip

Time of the month, you couldn't get the tape of the day

Take him away, I ripped him like a paper meche

I've heard you rap before, you ain't about shit

This whole battle was mismatched like your outfit

Try to battle me and get your mouth split

You sold out like ticketmaster outlet

Ha ha, I bust and I crush, I don't give a fuck

Ain't no way that you can fuck with us

I'm givin back with pimp shit

I'll laminate that ass in a badge and wear it at the rap olympics



Blah-badee-blah-da-blah-blah, stop babblin'

You so fuckin' wack I'm a walk away while you battlin'

Fuck that, I'm on a brand new solo mission

To make sure that wendy day kicks your ass out of the rap coalition

I throw a switch at an execution

With an overdose of devotion don't talk back, I'm the dope, bitch

So who you sound like on the mic?

There was only one tupac, your thug style's just one big syke

Take a big hike, bitch you can't catch me

Your best rhymes still ain't shit like a (?)

What the fuck you wanna do?

I'll battle anybody in your crew and I don't give a fuck

I slaughter boys, especially wack ass emcees

That will wear a fake ass corduroy



I'm bout to make this mic short curcuit

This beat is wack as fuck, this shit fits you perfect

I got so many ways to diss you that I'm playful with'chyou

I'll let a razor slit you 'til they have to staple stitch you

And everybody in this fuckin' place'll miss you

If you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue

Nobody's hearin' you, you're a wack liar

Damn, all you white jokes just backfired

'cause bitch you walkin' up the wrong street

Now go tell all your boys you was beat by a honkey

I don't give a fuck, I'lll kill ya, bitch

You better recognize me like a look familiar

Anything you say I'm a kill ya, grill ya

When I fuckin' drill ya