Dub u burnin tires- cuz u bout ta hit tha road/ try ta step again an youll see ya eyes fold/ say u claim tha fame but u wont even claim ya kid/ my rhymes is gonna cost u- so u betta place a bid/ you can call me baby- but i aint a fuckin lady/ cuz im quick ta flip tha script when a nigga actin shady/ cant believe this busta talkin like u own tha world/flappin ya gums but u caint even bone a girl/ ima jump this off like peter rabbit/ rhymes in da bag, but bitch u cant grab it/ u spittin shyt u dont kno- tryna sound green/ but u gon get cut like actors in a bad scene/
boi u got me rollin cuz u think that u can rap/ an fa such a damn beatin... i aint got a single scratch/ ya style is wak- like its chopped an screwed/ so jus close ya throat... u get ya pipes glued/ fuck a size 2 bitch... im more than u can handle/ think u hardboiled... but all u is is scrambled/ so sit yaself down 'fore u get embarassed/ cuz ur flow is weak an ya spittin is careless/
mayne u don make sense/ rhymes is always past tense/ u tryin too hard wit ya busta style/ jus ta type 2 bars take u quite a damn while// hoes is for fuckin- there aint no fuckin with me/ an keep ya damn semen... u kno ya dick is weak//gotta step out ya state- cuz u makin girls hafta fake/
boy id snatch that dick in a beat...if i could find it/stop that show like a vhs an rewind it/i aint gotta talk shit/u speak it for yaself/ pourin out ya face lyke a fuckin sewer well/ still livin wit ya moms tryna act like u makin it, but soons you close ya eyes otha niggas always takin it/
go ahead an take a seat... cuz i kno u gettin dizzy// mind spinnin like gears cuz this thinkin keeps u busy/ my game is sick- gon hafta make u an appointment/ cuz ill spread u thin like ya herpes ointment//