Fuk ya weak “jabbz”/
You aint got no “punch” lines/
I got “K-O blowz”/
I’ll beat that ass like Drumline/
You soft as Nick Cannon/
You aint fukin with this right paw/
Treat you like your girl/
Cause I’m down to leave that mouth raw/
And-yo-style-is-a-gimmick-you-aint-hard-to-mimick-ya-better-off-writin’-lymrics
Trick-bitch-dip-shit-nit-wit-I’m-the-nia-you-cant-get-wit-told-ya-to-edit-shit
Cause-i-got-the-hollow-tips-to-lift-yo-wig-quick
Now back to “OG” shit/
Yo style is “pre-natal”/
Must be the reason/
Why I’m runnin this tourney like Fatal/
Yo style I’m disarmin’/
The only thing feelin’ yo shit….is Charmin/
Took yo verse, crumbled it, put it in a wrapper/
took a hit, but didn’t get lit/
cause yo shit is bammer/
While my shit is chronic/
Smoked this nia eazy/
…..Like I had 5 on it/
I heard how you got “yo name”/
“Jabbin” nias from da back/
Is yo fucking claim to fame/
You can’t fuk with mine/
Even fags toss ya back/
Cause yo dick’s 6 inches short of nine/
3 inch willy/
Postin links to ya words is silly/
“Throw back” yo style/
Like it was a “retro”/
Now nias can ask Jabbz/
If Heaven Gotta Ghet-to/
Big Jabbz, I’m sending him/
With Biggie, Big Pun, Big L, Pac and ‘em/
Breaking you up like Jay and Dame Dash/
The nias who betted on me, bout to collect they cash/
And check yo fact sheet, G / I aint lost yet/
So that bullshit in line 5, needs to get rhyme checked/
Shit, and line no.11 / Don’t even make sense/
Some of yo shit be killin’ me/LOL, I don’t need no fuckin’ hyperlinks/
To have my nias feelin’ me/
And how is this hood?/
Faggz on-line shoppin fo household goods/
See, in this “rap game”/
I’m “coachin” these “playas”/
Yo verse can eat a dick/
And that includes the naysayers/
I see yo lil on-line following/
You must’ve spent a lotta time gobbling & swallowing/