Forget your style and all that it stands for ,
I'll beat you in the ring cousin ,
why I'm outta hand for ,
Meet you at the top where its nice out ,
I cause havoc ,
and you aint barely pulled a rhyme out ,
I'm in a mayback with the insides lookin nice ,
I bet your so heavy you got hefty broads lookin twice ,
I’ll beat you down in front of cats outta spite ,
The semi rings with the scope on you out at night ,
I’m brave enough cuz I’ll lay you down on somethin ,
Put ya body in a grave after I’m done gunnin