I don’t know what to say and you better start to pay and I don’t like to play I will put you on display Then I said you better start to begin what I’m bout to do to you might be a sin I will hit you in your shin I know I do nothing but win I will rizz you up on your chin My fist are made out of concrete I will stomp your head with my cleat I will make you and your gang fleet You don’t want this beef I will put you in disbelief I saw your wife She probably a five if I get done with you you wasn’t survive I do nothing but strive I will beat you with a stick Your a little prick I will hit you on the side of your head with a brick Your really not that slick I went to the store I will open and close the door You remind me of a boar