[Dice Raw]
Yo, look at all the scavengers
All wannabe contenders
Dismember, wack n***as I intend ta
Y'all ain't sh** but sticky sh**
On the bottom of Timber-lands
I know you clam heads wanna surrender
Don't even act like the battlefield the place you wanna enter
Yo n***as is hopeless, you really need to focus
On who's the f**in dopelist or wind up hopeless
Lookin for some soup, tryin to recoup
Some f**in loot, only thing you get is the boot
To me these punk MC's is nothin but fruit
Cakes, shake they booty on stage and get head
With lyrics that I kick, talkin that bullsh**
You might get lit like a front of a spliff
For runnin, off at the lips talkin that nonsense
Raw get on stage, take your confidence
Break you off since powerful defense *fades*