Don't you know who I am? You just fuqqed up. You know that right? Now you know you done fuqqed up right?
IS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE!?, I really doubt/
I'm the rapper wit clout, BK niccas yap about/
Check it out/
I need to air you out nicca, you smellin like some tush/
This machete in my grip, will really give you a FLATBUSH/
Potholes while you drivin, is not really dissin/
I leave ya body wit more potholes, than a shot up kitchen/

Victory, it won't happen, but i know your wishin/
Not likely, like me gettin head, then french kissin/
Tuck in ya lip quick, before I give it a red drip/
Can't pop shyt, til ya rep, is harder than viagra dyck/

So since you wanna spar me, I leave yo ass in MARCY/
then kill CHARLIE, LUCY, SNOOPY & LINUS, fake rapper on consignment/
Im not bulletproof, but I am to ya rhymes/
If ya lyrics was shells, they'd be Velveeta everytime/

glock-dillinger/
Im big, you small/
More bruises on ya face, then Tina before Divorce/
Using BK in ya rhymes, u aint good enough to rep/
BIG is cussin in his urn, like Ciara, u betta 1,2 STEP!
I'd castrate ya now, but you short on nuts/
Ya rhymes could get an enema, but you'd still be some butt.
Remember the name Cinsere.....