Look, if You aint sayin im dope, *CLOSE and SEAL yo LiPS*/
Dont need your hand in my toilet, i *KNOW you FEEL my SHIT*/(haha)
u can take stabs at me, but i be HEALin QUiCK/
comebacc fo revenge, like how i STEAL yo BiTCH/
And fuc her so hard, she wont FEEL yo DiCK/
and im allergic to mucus, i dotn FEEL yo SPiTS
i know i, *PLAY some GAMES*, Cuzh i *SAY ya LAME*/
but now im in yo *FACE, its PLAiN*, i *CAYNT reFRAiN*/
At my *RATE of CHANGE*, and my *PACE and RANGE*/
its the fact that u emcees, will never be *SAFE wit this MANE*/
Damn i aitn battled in a HOT ONE/
aitn got a crown, but i treat you like i GOT ONE/
niggas wanna POP GUNS? but they aitn gon be *hearin PLEASE!!*/
fucc wit me physically cuhz they cant FUCC WIT Me *LYRICALLY*/
ive been makin these tracks, but always stayed wit the PUNCHLiNES/
but this emcee got hungry, so i "spitfire" cuhz its LUNCHTiME/
u coudlnt CRoss me like ZiGZAGS, cuzh ill blow yo WiG BACK/
And you'll never get yo BITCH BACK, cuzh down low im "BiGBLACK"/
il Roast you up wit "FLAMES", and then you'll be EDiBLE/
im an "ASSASiN", and my Flow is "iNCREDA"-BLE/
An iNTELLECTUAL, so wat would you EXPECT TA DO/
watever i do, They all expect LESS OF YOU/
You HOMO SEXUALS, u get BEAT by This MANE/
You be in pain, but at LEAST therrs GAiN/
im a lyrical monster, when im in HUNGER ya DEAD/
You havin night mares while i come out from UNDER ya BED/
why under the bed? cuhz yall come OUTa THE CLOSET/
fags get a swift kill, make no SOUNDS when im CAUTIOUS/
yall be sayin "LOOK AT MY WEAK RHYMES!! THEY *CAYNT DEFEND ME*/
i PRAY EVERYNiGHT i DONT BATTLE *BIGBLACK THE EMCEE*"