Trema**
Hey yo trema whats doin ya fine fella what i take that back u think your a balla cut ur legs off at the knees and make ya crawl yeh, coz its the lyrical holocaust at your doorstep what you even doin here ill kill you and then dance a two step with your limp corpse when im finished youl look like you been through the wars, tryin to get a record deal your only gettin doors slammed in your face what u gonna cry man u look like you just snorted mace, and why you tryin to diss omphus dog what u get offended by that shit he sed bout god man your such a clod, and now im not sayin i like fat joe but that punch line was just shit bro at least hes got a record deal on hard copy paper that somethin youl never have im a whack rhyme inspecter
