Shut the f*ck up n*gga,you ain't a rapper/Reload the magazine and pull the f*cking trigger/Lay you all down,like its open season/Since you’re fake rapper,it gave me a perfect reason/I spit like I’m gonna bust a cap in yo ass/Its Hiphop b*tch,you know its dad of jazz /Beat you in a battle,just to make it clear that Im the best/No respect for you’ll wankstas,get retire and forever rest/Freeze,I’m rap cop,You’re under arrest/Facing me or Roomi x is the real contest/Our words are like chains, strangled around your neck/Pack your back,we sending you back to the lab/Get high,Get drunk or sniff some crack/Still you can’t reach to the level we rap/I’m uncle fraidy in nightmares you recently had/As soon as the beat drop,it give you a cardillac arrest/Pay attention people,I’m not yet finished/Its Real n*gga talking,so no gimmicks/Pop off your brain with my baseball bat/Your girl sending you a voice mail,Where the f*ck you at/I answer,Hes dead,Can I come and get some head/She said “Come to my flat,But don’t f*ck me from the back/Contact my dad,he accept cash,no cheque/and remember don’t go hard on my ass from back”/I said” Girl you already said that once/ Why you afraid of me playing your drums/Holy sh*t, your vagina got worms/Let your x boy take rebirth and again die of your germs