b**h i will strangle you with a rope
I don't need to be on dope
To know when i'm done with you how much of yo brain will show
Call yo self uniqe you geek i cut your throat body floatin' in the creek
Call me mystique your just a dusty antique,a freak
f** crime 5 make my beast come alive
Zombie outbreak i only survive
You sh** f**s ain't even guys
Chicken f**s need to grow some dicks
All you is is a bunch of pricks that need to learn to swim
Yeah this is a diss s** my dick
I'll take you straight to the pavement
Uppercut you, and scrape your face wit a bracelet
I'm a tell you this for your own benefit
Your sh** was dope as hell, specially when you wrote ninety percent of it
What you need to do is practice on your freestyles
'fore you come up missin' like Snoop Dogg's police files
This type of sh**? b**h be sure that I'm spittin'
Be hittin', you gonna pray to god this sh** was written
But it wasn't I'll k** a dozen rappers when I buzzin'
Guzzlin', beat your a** like a jealous husband
Now whos ya boy? b**h you about to suffer and see north
When you go in a coma longer than Vladamir Konstastinov
Cut the damn machine off
Get a clean cloth, and wipe this bloody video screen off
Ive always got a lighter stuffed under my knuckle
Even tho im not a fighter, im always ready to rumble
So dont stumble into me while your drunk on street
I won't stay humble, and help you back to your feet
Ill bring my arm back, like a scorpion stinger
And hit you so hard i break my own fingers
I won't feel the pain as long as it lingers
I could steal your fame, like these new age lead singers
Its back to that bad mic now
Dark hip hop im going psycho
Dont make me step on sum idols toes
I might just take someones title