I got you dawg, an I’ma tear you the fuck apart/

It’s like they always say, u wanna kill a nigga go straight for da heart/

My shit like clock work homie, it neva stop/

Your carrer was flyin high till i came, now you on a sudden drop/

You was doin iight kid, untill i step to the stage/

I melt mics an crush lines with a flamen rage/

I’ll Toss you in a cage with some dead bitches/

End your life like I did theres, head under the 6 4 then flip switches/

Your entire flow was like inspector gadget, full of glitches/

I’m cuttin you up son better go to the doc. I think you need stitches/

What dat mean, Mystikal ndn/

Oh you fantisize about haven more Niggaz Dicks N?/

Do I really need to even put these next 3 lines/

When I spit shit homie, it’s fuckin devine/

I picked yo ass off ya game like grapes from the vine/

I just gotta ask you, when you spit that rhyme did it taste like a shitty wine?/

Cover you in some gasoline homie then light up ya life, an if u got one i’ll light up ya wife/

You think your rhymes is hard huh? but i’m slicen em with a fucking butter knife/

homie you just repeating the same shit now listen/

I rip through you like razorwire, you end up with body pieces missen/

Now you say you see people hatin on each other, well i’m hatin on you/

So I draw this ,|,,(-_-) ,  an say fuck you/

I lost total control dawg, went bazerk an broke you in two/

I’m still crazy lil homie and to me ur respect is due/

Every since we started this, the battle was in my pocket/

Compared to me u end quick sizzle out an pop like a bottle rocket/

On my 11th line an my flow is still devine/

I’m heavy weight homie thats how i’m breakin ya spine/

You lookin to me like those who look to god, you askin why/

I’ll hit u with an iron rod, an tell you your lifes a lie/

You say they hate you, yet i see nothing to hate/

All I see is anotha one whom my flames will desinagrate/

I know a lil brat like you, spits and flows like you/

But all this talk about you rippin’ me through, ain’t true/

So swiff dollaz if you say what you say, do it what your saying/

Cuz the rhymes I got againest you, I ain’t playin’/

I’m'ma manitoba full blooded indian/

What you see, Is who they call Mystikal ndn/

 I would do anything to see you chock off your own words/

Its like seeing a bunch of dead fucken birds/

So if you say your hatin’ on me, I’m hatin’ on u too/

Come up on the streets swiff dollaz, See what u can do/

Im’ma mutha fucken gangsta for life til my last breath/

Reppin’ B.A.D, that stands for ‘Brother After Death’/

So if you ever think of talkin’ shit behind our backs/

Fucken missin’ with manitoba bitch, watch our attacks/

Just here spittin’ the words that are become tight rhymes/

Shit, homie..I know I didn’t waste any fucken time/