uh, I see b*tches like you up in tha back of hurses//

the main result of these pussy ass pre-written verses//

but ya keep repeatin yaself like ya CD player broke//

man, i’ll slit ya throat, so next battle we know you’ll ‘choke’ //

yeah, a dime peice balla?, bet u dnt know tha meanin of it //

snap me like a twig? wit arms like that man u cudnt snap s**t, //

u say u fresher than me?, uh homie is thats the story,//

but the truth is u bout as fresh as an unclean lavatory //

u say u wit HMC, unlike HMV it stands fo his masters cock,//

claimin that u run tha block, but uh i got these streets on lock,//

yeah, judgin by that real painful last verse u dropped,//

after all these years homie i woulda thought u stopped,//

uh, he say he dime piece, but he runs wit tha police,//

he aint had no sex, we should call him the priest,//

went to shadowville downloaded beats fo free,//

claim he got do, but he cant afford a lease, man, peace.//