Now see, maybe if your tag was dope   I'd actually lend a little credibility to your statements   But honestly, your penmanship's fucked   The way I see it, someone should at least slap you for even holding a marker      I hope the kid who wrote my name in the entry bathroom   Has the nuts and time for us to sit and chat soon   So I can ask 'em "Why the fuck am I on your mind bitch?"   You could've signed it, but stayed silent cause you're spineless   If you was a man, you'd come at me on the mic level   But you're light yellow just like the walls on which you write fellow   When I first viewed it, I'll admit it had me quite pissed   But now I've accepted it, in fact I kind of like this   I really wish I knew your identity   Probably not even an emcee, just another who pretends to be   Or maybe the jealousy of one who's baby-baby has eyes for me   It's nineteen-ninety-sev', nothing surprises me   Envy can make a motherfucker immature   So can boredom, a buzz or the curse of being insecure   C'mon now, some little trick with a marker and a chip   on his shoulder don't mean shit, I want the world in my grip   I bet your girl's on my dick, she digs the skills   She's a bigger head than you, so give me head and head for the hills   Little bitch, donkey dick sucking ass-fuck   Glue sniffing, half a testicle base head selling plasma   Publicity, good or bad, the same to an emcee   I think I found your limits to fame over on Seventh Street   I dedicate my name to those who view me as an enemy   and I'ma mark the planet for every mark in the entry      Entry, enter me   What's funny about the whole shit   is that like two, maybe three years from now   You little cockroaches that talk shit about me and my crew   are gonna be thanking us for kicking down the door   and putting this shit on the globe   Britches, y'all wanna burn bridges?   Just remember in the back of your bitch mind that I'm partially responsible   for anyone tryna hear your wack ass to begin with   And to that child who writes about me in the Seventh Street bathroom   Thanks for buying our tapes, you can size me up   and I hope your first born never learns how to read   Sincerely Slug, Atmosphere   A subdivision of Rhymesayers Entertainment motherfucker      Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that   (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up   Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that   (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up   Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that   (Eventually, suddenly) Size me up   Enter me, study me, cause I know that you know that   (Eventually, suddenly)   (Eventually, you will suddenly see a fist to your jaw, a clap in that ass)