Hey y'all You wanna battle me hey y'all My rap is wack I know that, let me handle that on my battle track wit' a auto Mac I had niggas on rap fame talk like they pull 'em triggers in the hood, like they perfect in the hood, like they good, so what can we do, We have just to lie and become singers no you ain't singers but sinners look in the mirror and tell me if it reflect a nigger or pisser swallow my words like a bottle of liquor life is a bitch and your mama too yeah what can you do, I'm nobody thats that I talk what's in my had it comes out of my mouth but I won't ask shit to the popo I promise you that just admit what you say you don't mean it my rap it's little limp just admit it tell me to quit but I won't quit pit let's meet, give a sit, let me tell you shit better back off bitch this my time to shine you want too, better wait in line everything will be fine it's Kuta in this line time to get back what's mine