Now I done told this ***** to shut his mouth   I guess he wasn't hearin me   I'm beyond this peon, he scared of me   Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me   Cause he ain't remain silent like TI's security   It's clear to me, he will fu*k up his own cash   Like take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass   Followed by the oohs and ahhs, your foolish pride   Done fu*k around and put you on the losing side   Who got bodied?   ***** you sick, then I'm a hot ?totty?   Coke flow I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby   I'ma sound off, this *****s a clown y'all   50 *****s wit him wearing jeri curls hopin out a clown car   Show's over, Bozo   No mo, I'm back, time to face the music   I'ma just straight abuse him   He choose to, diss   But he don't want what he gettin   While he spittin funny sh*t   I'm gettin money bi*ch   Brrrrrrrrrratt   Come onnn, I'm a product of my environment   He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement   He go at me, I hit him ASAP, take that   Get shot up, like a cap gun at a racetrack   He probably from the part of the bay, where the gays at   Where the fags migrate, and give each other AIDS at   They told me that you ain't the pistol type   So you, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke   Get you a whoppin like Whoopi   You steppin in another circle   I wear Purple Label, you just wear the color purple   Everything about your lame flow, represents   Everything hoe, and every color in the rainbow   Sayin Proof's name'll get you strangled   Let my ***** rest, or I bet you, you'll be sleepin wit the angels   I'm fly, you a fly   Since you lie, you die, goodbye   Zip him up   Zip him up   Zip him up   Zip him up   Come onn   You show you ain't got respect   Soon as you diss me so sudden   So when you bow   It better look like you toe touchin   I'm so fu*kin ridiculous wit the flow, cousin   I bag heat, and I will give you the whole oven   Coke, heroine, flour, fu*k it the whole cupboard   No publishin for this, fu*k it I'm so stubborn   I threw the bait, you took it   I'm on a boat buzzin   Reelin you in   Tryin to eat you before Joe Budden      *Beat Switch (Joe Budden - Pump It Up)*      Budden said the battle was embarassin   Comparison, this sh*t here more embarassin   So I'ma use his beat to murk you   And maybe he'll see that'll I murk him too   Haha I'm just playin my ***** Budden you cool   I'm just fu*kin wit you   Cause I got nuttin to do   This Mistah FAG he a waste of my time   And my time is money   So I'm wastin money just makin this rhyme   It ain't beef, but I would like to shoot your jeweler   Your charm looked like some kind of retarded school bus   All you mentioned is the ?duh? and the drool   The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look   *****s get shook when, Malcolm speaks   It ain't no way that I can hear you on an Alchemist beat   Y'all two are doin an album together   Ooooh sh*t, OK I got a sample for you   Loop this      *Beat Change (E-40 - Tell Em Where To Go)*      The streets'll teach you   I got love for the bay *****s   Skee my people   The problem is you think your lyrically my equal   But that don't balance out   I got a keek, to sneak you   You be da bi*ch, ***** we be da sh*t   You never slang like 40 you tryin to be legit   I will eat your soul, my pieces glow   Cause they freezin, these hoes is Keyshia Cole   I'll put you in the hospital   You ain't the only one that got riddled   I got 2 check it   One,   Flabby, fabby, fu*k you, fu*ked your mammy   We family, cause I'm your daddy son   Two,   Yeaah, pus*y, fu*ked you, took me   Wanna cookie, cause nobody seems to care   So what's the fuss bout?   Turn your girl mouth, to a Yukmouth   Nut, turn her house to a slut house   Who got bodied?      *Beat Change (Playaz Circle - Duffle Bag Boy)*      I got AK's, AR's   Ay R, this *****s been dead since the 8th bar   But I'm tryin to overkill him   Standin over this silly ***** holdin the shotty   With the spears shootin at him   Till his body disappears   Looka here   I will put your crew in boxes   I done put whole crews in boxes   And it's best he stops cause I will Freddy Fox him   Put him out with the tools, or boxin   So think about your next move   I will let you choose your option   Top ten, dead or alive   And I got souljas   You cast your little punk ass stones at me   I throw back boulders   Oh yeah, it's over   Hold that, ***** this is g's up   I speed up, right where you slow at   Lyrically you Borat, boring   Do anything for a laugh   You know that's, annoying   It sound like perhaps you doubt me   Well, if you ever, ever make it to my city   Ask about me   You're lucks over   Cause all you tried to do was be, famous   So now you famous nation wide, for gettin fu*ked over   Boy pay up   I barred ?? for sure ??   I'm playin chess wit a connect 4, player   It's obvious I hear you talkin loud   I'm clappin all day like I'm cheerin in the crowd   I'm bought to catch a body   I'm a bust a mac boy   I'm bought to catch a body   I'm a bust a mac boy   I kill ya   If you ain't never ran from a *****   Than you damn sure should probably pick a day to start runnin   Get runnin   If you ain't never ran from a *****   Than you damn sure should probably pick a day to start runnin   Get runnin!