(chorus) i don't really know whats is gonna go but ima show everybody whos the goat, i repeat, cant you see, that its me, im bouta get hyped, in the middle of the night, nobody in sight, so maybe i might, creep up on you, literally, if i wanted to, generally would've snpied you from behind off the top of my mind cant find a better rhyme, but at the same time, most of my words are cursed, it hurts to feel the burst, they say damn wolfie the worst, sure you haven't heard this verse, hasn't anyone i hate your type of rap, everything is mostly wack, you sound like you on crack, i could make better sounds with my ball sack, you retarded, smack you out the rap game you discarded, battle of the lyricists, responded all of my replys, they all ended in finishes, there's nowhere to hide, that wolf sent of mine, thinking, these bottles be breaking, ima need a throttle, with a hot chick, damn she a model, thicker than my last girl she just did a swirl, pour that liquor, we drink till we hurl, beard gang like bebe, weird but you get it, greg the peg, not bad on your track wheres the wooden leg, nevermind its wack, better get Wassim, when i fall i dont bend my knees, my eye lids dont shut when i gotta sneeze, but its your girl that im gonna squeeze, my finger tip burns, cuz i murdered your girl so fast before she confirmed, your wreckage, ima run a 100 meter dash, till i crash, everytime i lash out y'all, so fast, ill go by in a flash, like in the halls ready to go to class, every second that go by, ill run faster i just need master this game, in a manner that doesnt go for fame, now tell me who's to blame.... for this rap game.....