These bitches think I'm playing around, thought I was gone but I'm staying for now, atleaat until these bitches learn to keep my name out they mouths for I give 'em something to talk about. Step into the ring, hop onto the court, this ain't the schoolyard no more, this is war, throw down and whoever is still standing is the victor, hope you realize you're about to be my dinner, was a natural rapper as a beginner and now I'm standing at the center, aiming down my sights, this rap gane is ride or die, and I'm riding to my death, I don't stop 'cause i don't need to take a breather, draw my repeater and knock the jaw off Justin Beaver, spit such cold bars I could cure your fever, rap slaying, never behavin' because I'm fucked in the head, but not in my brain 'cause I'm braindead. Nobody in the world ever wants to hop on my tracks, 'cause they all know I'm so matter a fact on a flow and I go all out on a hoe, take a line of blow and snort it up her nose. Sorry I took the generic route of flexing women, how about I give you a Louis V belt, whip you on the back and laugh at how it felt, now I gotta go to bed.