I got an appetite for flesh like my name was Hannibal Lecta/
you still trying to undue your mistakes like this was a game of chekas/
your homies are expecting you to be tha big-shit-star/
bitch you couldn’t be clutch if you were a stick-shift-car/
when you see me around, best believe you in trouble/
I’ll take you for your ice and leave you drownin in your blood puddle/bitch
you couldn’t reach me if you were standing on a step stool/
I’ll smoke you now and in tha next duel, you couldn’t beat me if I let you/
homo, this is one of your first battles, I guess I fucked up your promo/
I hope you at least realize why your ass is still riding solo/
if rap was sex then you just got fucked/
bitch you’re full of shit like a dump truck/huh
nigga you can’t pull thru, get played like PS2/
you probably have more “bytes” than your CPU/
I saw your raps, and my penis grew/
cuz you’re quick to get fucked like a hooker do/
if you tried to run a crew, you’d probably fold like a car tent/
you couldn’t be the “big head” if you had a penis enlargement/nigga
I’m like a cluster in the sun, bitch I can’t be touched/
you’re like tha kid that talks too much, you’re bound to get snuffed/
bitch, I know I left yo mind feeble, takin off like an eagle/
the shit I did to you should be labeled illegal/