umm its like this..
tryin-to-battle-the-best-i-suggest-you brush with crest, still don't think you'd spit clean// unseen, its routien-to-drop-obscene lines when i spit// homeboy couldn't carry a nine, so i pack an "eight millimeter" and-snuff-it// leavin you "screwed" like a drill bit..shit, this faggot chokin// couldn't beat shit even if ya were "strokin"// everything you spittin-is-wack, as soft-as-you-are-i-dont think "asthmatick" will-even-attempt-to-"attack"-back// this kids sold out, personally i think its ludacris, bout time you "roll out" or atleast "move bitch"// which should i switch cause this cat got-some-static so i send heated slugs-n' rearrange mugs with a semi automatic, get dramatic-when-44's-come at you erratic// spits systematic so i ain't comin half as hard as i should, strictly misunderstood// homeboys simply a peasnt, give me a good reason why i shouldn't "rob your hood"// couldnt hit me with a spit or punch line, you should just-resign-or when you where invited shoulda declined// rewind when i combine a suplex with a submission, leave bitchs in "shock" like an electrician// this homo-out-of-commision, my tactics-of-blastin cats is still in full effect// dont-neglect-i'll-leave-this-fag with a lysp-could call it a birth defect// tryin' text with x leave you perplexed, whats next you even got the balls to drop// this fool does a belly-flop-when-cap guns pop, dont take much to spook his fake ass// harass-n'-surpass um with ease, bring-you-to-your-knees-n'-squeez love hearin those final breaths n' your lungs weeze// you don't even wanna attempt-left held in contempt, sucka you can straight eat a dick// couldn't "call the shot" if you where a que stick, thinkin your sick// aint shit-can't-spit-legit i'm still left wondin-how-you-made-it// devour.. i'm the "coach" of "the bus" could call me bill cower//