Want me to get him? Well I got him My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed To make him rewind this time I draw the line He's mine...just chill Don't nobody touch him cos Imma get I'll The boy's phony as a three-dollar bill And this time I shoot to kill Just like a sucker you took the bait Now you're like a dead fish on my dish, too late So party people kick your feet up, I'm about to heat up You're hungry for a battle, now it's time to eat up Boy, I'm gonna chew you, cos I knew you was Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you The way you should be done, call you my son Make you say "Daddy, I don't want none" I've had enough of you actin' tough You huff, puff, grab your stuff you cream puff bluff Talk about a battle, but you don't wanna do it You got yourself into it, you blew it You egomaniac, I'm a brainiac You came back with a stone cold plain attack Your rhymes are weak-wack, how can you speak that? You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack... The Ripper, down with my zipper You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster Tryna knock the way I rock, get off my jock Imma knock you out the box, let's go...