1, 2, 1, 2, 3, let's go...
Back on the track, mobbing me and my gang
Ready to kick some ass and split some lungs
I rhyme too fast, sometimes damn too slow
So when i say lay low you better law low
Cuz i finna kill 4 punks in tha row
I just got them marked, here's the first to go
When the virtual dogs bark through the net-hood
First they steal their rhymes then they get food
And have love for game even tho game means treason
And they get cocky and diss ni**az for no real reason
And it's like i aint got already enough in my mind
Kids tryina front through Shady.com like they still on the grind
The worst person in this place you can see him in the DL section
You can see him post G-Unit mixtapes, but he has a Game obsession
Tryin' to diss cuz i am red and not black like him
Then listen to his shit, i read it again and i am like "Damn..
..what the hell, this guy is an internet gangsta"
The biggest wanksta, a big ass sucka
A cali loving, crazy ass motherfucka
Mods are acting like jakes here, dissing me and stuff
Man quit doing that shit, can't you see you aint a rough?
And damn sho you aint a rider, you're loc and you aint a spider
Keep dissing for yourself, i dont see no gats
Matter of fact, i only see two rats
The first one bitches but he never dares
The other one is hailing from the land of the bears
G hata he is and imma kill him like Finca
You dont know about rap, your country made Kalinka
Now wait, slow down, go back to the top, read it again
I did out of no purpose, dont get me wrong man
Never call this a diss, i dont any people get's pissed
I just had to do this thang, cuz ni**a i am runnin'
I aint gunnin' i just check people when the stunt about the people they bannin'
1 last bar homie, if this's a race then i'll chase my medal
This aint hood homie, my rhymes are mental
....18 bars homies.