Can't take the heat....

I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat

Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat

Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk

Lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick shit that I spit bitch

See you still flappin' your jaws, prepare to be thrown in the ocean

In the middle with jaws.

Or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors Of absolute death you may

But please be ready for the automatic failures you may make

So take this and wait for another dismembering, remembering

The tethering of your dream and how it was minced to pieces

Believe in yourself please, to save you now you'll be needin'

Help from Jesus