(feat. The Dynamic)

Some of you ^!$$%z owe me an apology

Talking extra large %#@!
Still knowing that your skills is smaller than Nanotechnology
Don't you know your camp be smaller than ant colony

When I say don't challenge me
That's reverse psychology
Ever since 8 Mile battles fascinate America

Free a pay style
Crooked'll $$#assinate your character
This man will straight embarrass ya

Then when I'm sick of your aryan $$#
Pull out the mac and evacuate the area
You ain't got skills

I'm surprised you got deals
I been in princess cuts, !@#%s and hot wheels
Your wack $$# is not real

Don't make me act a "Jackass" like Johnny Knoxville
When I @@#! steel
I waste rap has-beens

Leave you in a trash bin
Asshole naked with your face mask bashed in
Your hoe wants me

I takes that $$# then
She gave me face and said it tastes like lamb skin
Labels tell me "Come blow us up"

Since I left from Death Row they wanna know whats up
Some of 'em got they own agenda, wanna slow us up
This one's for all of my ^!$$%z, they wanna know whats what

Got my own organization, we 20 men deep
Dynasty slappin your face, ^!$$%
My city been sleep, my semi sent heat

If ^!$$%z dont act like they 5 pairs of legs and give me ten feet