f*** it
surprised yer in this ceegay, servin this dumb buster in the worst way/
I thought in order to be an alias you had to be somebody in the first place/
curse an rip your amatuer scripts, too bad it's too late to rehearse your raps/
your up against a lyrical Heat that'll transform yer corpse into dust/
And have ya fam seemin like Alonzo's kin cuz they Mournin so much/
Ya mom suffers from dehydration, always waitin for drips/
with tha attributes of Wes' Wife...with a Scary Craven for dick/
so when I say that I sonned ya, you'll know the connection/
I've got the creative juices flowin like moments before ya conception/
on the emcee T.I.P, bitch I'll dismember an beat ya/
sayin u got Big Shit Poppin..cuz ya face resembles a pizza/
got tha trigga directed at your head and I'm wantin to pull it/
ya AG life is over, cuz like manning with the pigskin I'm #1 witha bullet/
God I wasnt even tryin that time
