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