well shit shorty, so welcome to the block / where the wrong color, wrong words get your ass shot, POP POP /
And i said 'holla' girl, not 'spit out a little squeek' / you'll have 99 problems steppin on these big feet /
Tokin up, broken up an i stay posted up / human volcano, your steady prayin that i don't erupt /
split dick like a phycho with a razor blade / then spit quick, avoid explosions from this rhyme granade /
i hear your girls like the way you spit, kid / but you hang around more drop-dead dogs than Michael Vick did, kid /
plus i'm hotter than what you came to play with / the only competition might be the moaning from your girlfriend, bitc...
mine was last, man. But if you want me to drop the double-play on ya, ain't no probs. haha. Out for the day though, gonna have to be tomorrow.