ok we'll give this a shot since i gotta babysit my homie's little 2yr old tonite & i do'nt think i'll have time
Juan Million do'nt mean dollars, to me it just means times
Times my wordplay slaughters yours, leave you speechless like a mime
Cut out your tongue then roll you in dung, make you think that you're the shit
Picc you up, yank bacc your necc, your throat I'm about to slit
Your style sounds like garbage but not no Shirley Manson
Folkz only recognize you when they comparin you to Hanson
Childish lines, immature raps, your repertoire is dry
Cup your hands to cover your face, ca'nt stand to see a grown man cry
I guess that's just what happens when you run across the master
Your rhymes so broke they could'nt have got one download off of Napster
I'm the one to poke out your eyes and tell you to face the facts
Beat you down and sell the tape, call it "When wacc rappers get attacced"
Battlin ai'nt my normal style but I'll dump you in this round
Lyrically tear off your limbs & bag 'em up, remains will neva be found
No missing persons report to file, they'll give you an empty grave
Too late to holler like hoes at 40, no one cares if you need saved