Chorus(rock a bye mic and the mc holdin it//and if u dont like the mc in yo dome is where the bullets hit//then ur skull will split// and noone will have to deal with u kid//) punk what u think u gonna do i control u im like ur drill sargent//the next time ull be featured on somethin is on a milk carton//i shood be the inventer since im startin violence//if i call u a bitch pardon my french//i ment faggot im done with my hitlist and platnum was the target i hit//i had to many but ill have a few more problems tonight//cuz im known to rock niggas domes like the way that i be rockin the mic//chorus yo in this rap game u get jumped like the game of checkers//and sumtin breaks out whebever a clubs playin mah records//i treat mic's like babys the way im rockin most//and im sicker then the virious floors of hospitals//im the male version of the tooth fairy since im takin teeth//un like fifty im waiting but not paitently//and how i take the lifes of these fake mc's chorus 4x
