yo lets face it, you aint NO ganster, for once lets be honest//
ma nigga mystify & I, be gettin more TEC's, than steve francis, and rasheed wallace//
bringing death to you, closer than the hair on yo skin...man//
heres the message, im lyrically telling ya, YOU SUCK!!
you cant even rap or sing man, so brace it...heres the bet//
you wouldn't make it in the game, wit ya lucky charms underwear, for good luck//
im stistically passin ma limits, telling ya, that ya lyrics got hood-fuck//
couse im stealing ya pen, pads, and beats, really i aint NO thug, but a RAP freak//
see im like Bruce Willest, dont harm kids, so i let you go, by not showing whos the illest//
forget the preachers, im the realist// proving shit, 5 dayz a week, so call me a teacher//
im in 12 street, posted in the block, wit cha gurl; never tryed da reach her, couse ya death near//
but you MAD, never GLAD, couse i RAP more Club Hit's, than a movie premiere//
picture this....im harder than a diamond, in da other hand, u softer than cushin, meaning u a bitch/
you got NO fame, driving a Wal-Mart cart, would be the only time you pushing a whip//
you havn't seen the worse of me, couse im laying it, easy, so you best feel lucky//
you'll never get to ma level, nigga trust me/ couse im pushing keyz like Stevie Wonder//
but now you WONDER, if the truth's gonna take you under, but you AMAZE, after me leaving you DAZE, so you automattically clap like thunder//
ill take you out, im da neighborhood plumb-er, ready da make ya mama's billz suffer//
24/7 im strap wit the gat(mic) ready da put more shots in u, than Reggie Miller, in his prime time//
wit the mic, ima boost the crime rate, see im in a WAR against TIME//
my Rhymes are consider Mother Nature, its a Hurricane, somthing bigger than Katrina//
so much destruction, after ripping New Orlean's and now u, but i get nothing Less than a mister-meanor// so dont mess wit me, i leave you in the NEXT block//
im like graduation Pictures, couse ma wordz, only go for HEAD SHOTS//
u Resistin da truth, making u nothing bigger than a fool, but its not cool, dis dude IR drool spitting//
looking slopy, battling me? hes like funny catz!!! you kno dis dude kitten//
i got ya niggaz saying "Jerzy why you so cruel" and i say, becouse PUSSY niggaz like you thinking ya the shit......... and ya rule//
you Rhyme wit NO since, u be tryna rhyme everything, from ya rule to Ja Rule//...huh!!.....
but still........you get NO where close around here//
ill be driving down the Lane, like D-Wade...and stil, my path's clear//
im like D-Wade, its much more than my shots... you need to fear//
do a favor, dont inter-fear the illest lryricist alive....i live life in the edge, as if i was fishing in the pier//
i cant believe... robbert's in 4 groups with diffrent NAME, but he still the SAME, nothing but LAME//
so now who the FUCK is gon step to the truth, im a legend......//
im like a test you never study for......so i keep you guessing//
i feel more than a teacher.........couse i allways keep a lesson//
u aint a ganster, not even close to a wanster, MAN! not even a rapper, but u could keep pretending//
you dont gotta tell me, i know its fustratin, that ma lyrics keep stressing//
but i aint gonna calm down.....ma nigga ima leave yo bitch ass tense....//
if i really had a gun...for FUN, ill put more holes in you than a fense//
nigga not even yo NAME stands for som one, who be rapping.......................//
if you doing this as a joke, then fa show.......you got me laughin//.....lol..........
your like a baby going against me....everything i say.....plz......i kno you dont get-it//
i dont get it, you be thinking u gonna be a rapper, just cuz u got a mic, nigga u pathetic//
dawg.......i'll cut you down and embarass what you stand for...//
when im done, ill have you in the corner, pointing na me, calling me a man whore//
then haveing you coming up to me, asking for forgiveness//
but ima tell ya like i tell the others, why you here? you hav NO purpose of livin/
me dissing, now thats one of does big meals you eat in thanx-giving//
Robbert, you a discrase to the name, you dont deserve to live in this city...//
that thing of yours, you so call rap, its a piece of crap, you deserve a slap, for being wack//..huh!...
you dont got the ballz to TEST me, you soft, just like these MIA cops, who avoid to ARESTme//
you's a bit of a clown, ill smack the smile of your face, and turn it, into a frown//
you kno wat makes ur musik better when i hear it??? putting the volume down!!
looked up at your moms in a window, she was wearing a thong//
blinked, looked again, she look like king kong//
so i said to my self.."O nigga plz!!"
she looked down at me, and gave her titties, a lil squeeze//
i could hear her lil feet, when she was walking down the streets//
she was still following me, buzzing like a horny bee//
so i turned around and saw a pair of double D's//
i walk up to'em and gave'em a lil squeeze//
next thing i knew she was down on her knees//
she shoved on her face, as if it was some kinda race!//
oh she was mean! next thing i saw, she took out the whip cream//
nigga it was like some kinda wet dream//
but i bet you wonna kno if she spits, or swallow//
hold up nigga, ill tell you 2marrow!!!