I got bitches sayin "OOH" and Niggas sayin "WOW"/
Cause they all hooked up on this sick deranged niggas style/
I live roots, always tippin 2's, stayin #1 cause i never lose/
Sippin booz, blowin out more brains, than Xzibit do to coupe's/
Insane brain, misplaced, intercourse with cocaine/
My brain hangs from tiny strangs, that cant maintain/
I bite with fangs, speak in insane strange slang/
Bring intense pain to Carlos if he tried to hang/
Carlos advert, quick to get his head burst/
From the instant pain and damage my lyrics disperse/
Im pissin on his casket, and shittin on his hurses/
Fuck this nigga, as long as my shit flourishes/
I come back with a bigger gun, makin this nigga run
Str8 from the slums, placin bullets in this niggas gums,
Been known to curse, rap, and kill this nigga 2 times/
You say you got bullets, i got mo lead in my rhymes/
Shoot ya up in ya clit bitch, Carlos gon' nit-pick/
Cause i dissed his shit, and he aint refusin it/
Its a matter of fact, i bust back louder than that cracker-jack/
I warned this nigga bout talkin shit, and im still talkin smack.