I KEEP SPITTIN' ILL RHYMES HOMIE HOW DO I STOP//TURN A DREADLOCK HAVIN' NIGGA INTO A MOP//DON'T DISS ME IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE I TAKE YALL OUT ONE AT A TIME//I KEEP THE EAGLE ON ME LEAVE THE NINE BEHIND//I DON'T CARE ABOUT BEEFS LIVES I GOT ONE TO SPARE//YOU NIGGAS ON BALLZ MORE THAN PUBIC HAIR//305 DOIN'IT MOB STYLE SERVING YOU YOUR HEAD ON A PLATTER //YOU BASTARDS FORGET WHERE YOU FROM NIGGA YOUR HOOD DOESN'T MATTER

How do you stop? When a REAL lyricist says so.
So STOP, before you be the talk of New York like Tony Yayo.
Cuz you be done went through a few colors just like the rainbow
After I beat you black and blue but have you bleeding red, ho!
You say you keep spittin rhymes that's ill...
I wanna see it, so I'll pull your card. Show me some skill.
And you will see how it feels when each of my words drill
You constantly with heat hotter than the surface of a grill
There's light in my words, and every one will split the dark.
Dreadlocks? You rap like A.J.'s from 106 & Park.
Don't give a fuck about what hood you from or your crew.
Put your rhymes in a diaper, cuz they straight doo-doo.
All your words are big... nice and fat...
I bet you one of them big niggas with boobs on your back
No matter, you'll still get hit with a bottle of Cris...
I know my rhymes make you wanna go impregnate your fist,
BITCH!