I been a bad boy,coming up in this here rapgame, rappers beware I dont spit cold water, I spit hot flames,when it comes to getting down on the microphone in this here rapgame, so come one,so come all,and see how fast you haters, fall,like soliders knocked down off my wall,getting spread with my automatic Tommy-guns with about 50-rounds,"man"this boy is really crazy,throwing, throwing, bar,after bar,just like a football player,on the playing field, making score after sccore,scoring on this rapgame field, making all you niggas and haters ill from all these lyrics, that spit just like fire,only got you boys ear play,just another touch down,on my opersession and foes,so come out and play so we can see who get down,when I touch down in your town,with these hot skills,serving up all you boys in a frying pan,scramble me some eggs of you bitchass niggas, who dont really want none out here in these streets when they see me,when they see me out in these ghetto streets, ghetto streets, Chicago's six,got another one,Chicago's six got him another one,out here playing around,