SMuRF's style is some sterio-type shit...Fuck treadin turf, I'll kill ya whole barrio's-hype...
Shit out'a luck, winnin won't earn you stripe's-bitch...Claim to be vile, when all you do is
moan & gripe-bitch...You wan't some real "Ice inda air', how's about I put glacier's in ya
wind pipe's-bitch...SMuRF still wouldn't come cold...& That "ALLOUTHOGG' shit has
been out since "Sonic' was sold...And it ain't ironic, Suckas Usually Run, but it's really startin
to get old...Phrases of all type's...Have a style "soft as pillows' and you wonder why ya
verse's is slept on...It's cus ya whack and kept on rappin bout love 'n shit...Snag some glove's
and start shovin-shit into casket's...Club-this-bitch wit'a LOUEVILLE slugger, and thas it...
I do be ill, remain to tug-your tail thas caught inbetween ya legs...People said you used to be
sick, but I wasn't around to see those days...Not makin up for it now, SMuRF a hogg? how...
This is where the truth lays....