you aint a real mc bitch try n fire at me ill extinguish ya blaze quicka than the m.f.d. so nigga please dont make me lace up my ree's n start another killin spree cuz if i do you know what that means ya time's up, its expired we all know its past due time that you retired i aint the king but you can call me sire you just a bitch ass punk nothin more than a squire so nigga lay down yeah ya betta stay down dont make this fight las anotha round if ya do i flush ya ass undaground like the piece of shit that you are so dont buck at me bitch you betta off behind bars

yo i would rather be a squire than a lier
so go ahead and burn me with your fire
but ill cut you to peices with my precision lryical wire
run your as flat with my tires
so go ahead and flush me to the underground
thats where i would rather be
thats where i would rather be found
that is where i would rather set my foundation in the ground
cause my flows will build up and rise me to the top
unlike you shittily put together slop
you say your sick but your not
you really arnt that hot
so go ahead strap on your shoes
so go ahead and blast some fools
so go ahead break all the rules
but it dont matter ill still be just a cruel
and crush you into the ground
where youw ill never be found
after you scream for mercy
i wont even think about lettin you up
your just a wannabe cept you rap worsly
all you will ever be good for is a raped peice of butt
so let me bust my nut
and ill leave you in your little hut you mut
FUCK