*****
Once again your all over my ears… bitch please!
Foo, time to bow u tha fuck down on yo fuckin knees
Its like this, I do dissin , yo bitch ass listens
Rocca’s coming for yo , sumone call the police
*****
Ayo…
Yo mr. Demise u’r not in the position to be talkin that talk
Allow me to poke your face in the facts I already spoke off
You acting gangsta like yo grew up on the Ghetto streets of Compton
Hold yo breath ho, or if you want to hump my leg, then go on
You act macho but I verbally raped and owned you
Tomorrow yo’ll have a daughter and my son gonna bone her
What are you Al Capone? Italiano mafia Don Carlione?
No, your a Siberian redneck, Banging a goat at your back yard
Its at your picture I can see that,
wait whats your raid? Throw that shit tha fuck out!
I slice and dice bitches like you Demice, even with shutted eyes
Yo don’t read my shit coz it works at you like a neurosly-paralyzing gas