No mas

I ain't bullshittin' , i spit with a vulcan thats vulgar, I'll put a full clip in that'll have you fucked like Marcellus in Pulp Fiction /

I'm vicious like one of Michael Vick's pit bulls pissed sittin' in a bull pen ,itching' to get your clothes rippin' ,teeth seethin', drippin' leavin' you with a bulge of full stitches /

Your ego's too big, your ain't alpha your a helmet tester /

I'm so sick I spit with Alka-Seltzer that's got you stuck in a helter skelter /

Young ass, I'll straight up spank you with the belt myself that left welts to swell ya/

Dog, I'll have you drowning at sea just for hounding at me /

After this you'll need a C-pap mask to keep around when you breathe and even after you lay down to go sleep, you'll be counting some sheep ,sound in a dream /

You'll be wakin' up trapped , kidnapped, shackled from your mouth to your feet /

Treat you like I'm Charlie Murphy, your my prison bitch, I make you sit down when you pee /

Shoulda woulda coulda your gonna get sonned /

I'll twist your own fuckin' rhyme to show you how much better it could've been done /

Try to fool me in April and end up with your head shook and your head took /

Because as soon as you feel that hot May-weather you'll be "left hooked" /

You shit talk, switch walk , your a bitch who sits crossed /

I spit raw, hit hard split jaws that'll assist y'all when I dish like Chris Paul /

Your hollow, keep a bottle to drown in your sorrow /

Yo, my motto, fuck Motto /

I'll drive the 8 miles to get my dollar from your mother she borrowed /