Last-Time Was Just Luck - You Know I Throw That Game Gareefa ~
Past-Rhyme Is What You Spit But Still Easy To Smoke Like Reefa ~
This Isn't Another-Defeat, You Get Dick From Men Sayin Its A Lovers-Treat ~
I'm Willing To Slaughter Anyone So Daughters And Mothers-Retreat ~
Sit Down In Your Seat, Emcees About To Get Your Feeble Minds-Blessed ~
You Ain't Black, Pull Your Pants Up And Make Sure Your Behinds-Dressed ~
Put Your Crew Down, One Body Was Exposed But Left The Cops To Find-The-Rest ~
I Was Murdering MC's Before Crooked, Call You Out And Your Fucked ~
You Looked As If Not To See It Thinking That From My Punches You Ducked ~
The C.I.A. All Over The Crime-Scene Of My Murder To Your Rhyme-Scheme ~
My Body Nearly Went Lime-Green From The Gleam As I Cream Your Team ~
I Ain't Holding Out Anymore, Time To Go Hardcore And Leave You Soar ~
Whore - Don't Even Attempt Seen As You Just Got Tore From My Roar ~
Where You At? The Floor, Lying-Cold In A Body Bag For Flying-Bold ~
Your Coffin Awaits Bitch, There Ain't No Point Putting Dying-On-Hold ~
You Know There Ain't Never Gonna Be Beef.... :)