You talk hard about them crack rocks like you're flippin' that raw... but NObody's stopping to listen, 'cause we all know you're shopping for "writtens," nigga; so, when you're spittin', it ends up sounding like an awkward rendition... that's all. Its' bad enough, you got recognition at all, but now you've got the nerve to want some commission. Plus, I heard you caught wind of my movement; you're watching my vision. You ain't gon' stop until them choppers are chippin' your jaw... huh? You got balls? Well, I got cojones! You drop hard sh*t? I drop MOJONES! You know this team. You know my boys are making bogus cream - enough to put you up in the bonus scene of my snuff movie. Heard your slut's got a stuffed booty and puffs woolies; I might cuff cutie (only for the day, though). Kiss her "Mila", grab her "Pam-And's", tap her "J-Lo", then have her swallow, and tell her to lay low... loud and clear. "Take a hit of the sour, dear and GET THE F*CK OUTTA HERE! Back to YOU, though. Shots to your leg mulo* and that's brutal. I come through, live, and dead you go. Sumo-slap a nigga instead of Judo-choppin' him and STILL drop him right on his culo*.